#he’s always so in love with her. she’s usually unsure and in denial. ran is ultimately supportive and there’s no shit talking

[letstrywritingmaybe]

I don’t believe in deleting fics, cause I know how it feels when I go back and look for a specific fic by a beloved author to find that it’s gone. But man some times I think about rewriting and changing my old works, cause I like to think I got a little better at this writing thing. Specifically the memory loss fic, that one haunts me all the time, I had no idea what I was doing it was more let’s just finally finish this so I don’t have to worry about it anymore (and here I am still worrying about it). Look I know it’s over done, but there’s just so many things you could do with losing your memory (and how devastating it was but I’m a fluff lover so we don’t do that here… although… just had a sad idea that will not help my case in not being a Ran hater *sigh I hate the canon ship not her okay) It’s probably why I was so fixated on Lo Lo Love Me, and a counter part that I may never write. Point is, I think about writing/fixing the memory loss fic, but make it Shiho this time, but only because I hate seeing my queen suffer. I always say I hate angst, and I do, but thinking about how alone Shinichi was despite growing up in far better conditions than Shiho to now being alone again cause the only other person who knew all about his time as Conan and experienced it with him forgets it all? You can only repress yourself for so long, losing your partner, losing a part of yourself changes a person.

[bonny-kookoo]

Strong Girl 🔞☁️❤️🎀

🍧 Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

🍧 Genre: Good Girl AU!, slice of Life AU, non-Idol AU, smut

🍧 Warnings: DD/LG themes, so much love it's gross istg, a home accident if that makes you uncomfortable but we aint having a full on world's end dw, hero! Reader, no other way to put it, Koo is so proud, so so proud, showers her in kisses yes please, nsfw themes because it's me what did yall think this was gonna be, finger sucking (forgive me lord for I have sinned-), reader being cute, injuries (mentioned and described), praise kink, oral (oral f. rec.), size kink, strength kink, manhandling, subspace, Dom! Jungkook, Sub!Reader, protected sex because you won’t ever catch me slip HAH!

🍧 Summary: Jungkook is not just your boyfriend- he's your absolute hero, your knight in shining armor, your protector and personal simpBodyguard when he needs to. But sometimes, even little girls can be heroes. And they always get rewarded, in the end.

This is part of the Good Girl Universe! (But can be enjoyed on its own)

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || Tempting Girl  || Strong Girl

Taglist: @sweetenedcooky @ggukkieland @btsismybias22 @darkgvk @daddypkj @flowerprincess24 @crazylittlemay @zeharilisharaban @teresaisla @tangledsparkles @dammit-jjk

The first time you said it, it made his heart beat faster.

It was on your way home from grocery shopping, a small bag in your hand as Jungkook held your hand, walking silently. You and him had been slowly but surely become a couple like the one's you always dreamt of being when you were younger- the one that fought sometimes, yes, but would ultimately be together at the end of the day, doing simple tasks such as what you did just now. Jungkook somehow made even boring things such as buying mere groceries interesting, not just by making fun of other customer's outfits, but also by explaining things you didn't know. He loved that he somehow made your eyes light up in wonder whenever he told you about a certain dish he could try out with a vegetable you've never tasted before. Or that awkward moment you said you hated brocolli, just so he could correct you and explain to you that no, you've eaten it a lot actually- he was just really good at making food taste how you liked it. He felt proud when you told him, with magic in your eyes, that he was incredible.

Because when you said it, he really felt like he was.

It all happened so suddenly, you didn't even notice yourself slip out of fear and shock- and even Jungkook didn't notice at first. A stray dog had walked up to you, but, contrary to all those cheesy movies where you'd pet it and it would be on its way quick after, it turned out to be not a stray at all; because the man that owned the big dog was desperately trying to catch up to it, leash in his hand- collar still attached to the hook.

Jungkook had never reacted so quickly in his life before, as he pushed you behind him, sucessfully shielding you from the violently barking saint bernard in front of him. You held onto his jacket in complete terror, mind filling with nothing but the loud barks as you were sure this was a nightmare. Don't get it wrong, you loved dogs- but this one wasn't so sweet.

"I'm so sorry!" The man yelled, slipping the collar back around his dog's neck, making it a bit tighter to make sure his pet was secure this time. "He just slipped out, are you two okay?" He said, and Jungkooks voice spoke out, calm, but firm in its tone.

"We're good, but please make sure to boy a harness or something, sir." He said, and the man apologized again, hurrying on his way while the dog still pulled violently and untamed at the leash.

"Baby? He's gone, you can let go now." Jungkook says with the hint of a smile in his voice, one that quickly vanished however once he feels you sniffling against the fabric of his jacket, as your head shook in denial. "Sweetheart I can't check up on you if you hide like this." He explains calmly, glad that your apartment building was already in sight. He knew that you had probably slipped, and he was unsure how to deal with that in public; it wasn't like he was ashamed of it, but he knew that others would judge you quick and easy, and he didn't want to push you into such a bad situation. "Can Kookie check up on you, baby? You're worrying me." He says, and at that, you slowly let go of the fabric, as he turns around. His heart clenches at the sight, tear stained cheeks and nose all red already. He quats down in front of you for a second as he rubs your arms comfortingly. "There we go, everything's fine, yeah?" You nodded after a moment, but refused to speak. "That was scary, wasn't it?" He asked, and you nodded, still quiet. "Let's go home, okay? We can continue that puzzle we've started yesterday, alright? And Miri is waiting, too!" He said, and at that, you nodded more excitedly, even though you still seemed timid.

But you still held his hand tightly, only letting go once you were in the safety of your own home- calling him your hero with a quiet voice he almost didn't catch.

Jungkook really enjoyed both sides of you.

Just like he did now, searching for the right puzzle pieces to place, silently watching your innocent, concentrated face. In a way, it was healing for him; since he never truly had a good childhood himself, this was somehow like a chance to enjoy all of these things he missed with you- a fact that made all of these experiences even more special to him. "Baby, I don't think that fits there." He chuckled, correcting your placement of a piece that didn't fit the edges of the picture it was trying to build. You huffed, before yawning, eyes glossing over with sleep. "Hm, this one is hard, isn't it?" He asked, running his hand over your head before pushing some hair behind your ear. "I think my baby needs to recharge her batteries, hm?" He asked, but you shook your head after a moment, making him raise his brow in question. "Oh really? Miri, what do you think?" He asked, the dog immediately skipping over, excited to be given attention so suddenly. She immediately went to sniff your face, making you giggle. "See! I knew she'd agree with me!" He said, and you laughed full on when the dog went to lick your cheek. "Alright then, Miri, off!" He called out, the dog immediately stopping her actions at the sound of his voice. Jungkook had been unsure on how to train a puppy at first, but overall, he'd done a pretty good job at keeping her fierce temper under control.

Even throughout her violent phase of chewing on pretty much every fucking thing.

So after making sure you were comfortable on the couch, he simply sat down at the puzzle laid out on the living room floor to continue silently. However, shuffling could be heard as he look towards the couch, where you'd previously been laid down on; your tired form talking towards him with eyes barely open. He chuckled when you simply flopped down close to him on the floor with your blanket, head on his thigh as you sighed in comfort. It was second nature to him almost, the way his hand immediately found your head, gently stroking your hair as you drifted off.

Days like this were nice, he decided.

Typically when you came home, Jungkook would greet you at least with a call. Today however, you heard nothing; something that immediately set something off inside you.

Searching for him wasn't a long process- after unleashing Miri into the apartment, you went straight into the bedroom where he's usually be if he's not feeling too well. And sure enough, there he was- weirdly pale and visibly uncomfortable, even in his sleep. Squatting down in front of the bed, you gently felt his forehead, just to simply detect that he was slightly sweating, but had no fever whatsoever. "Koo?" You asked, and he stirred a little, opening his eyes, a little red looking.

"You're home? I didn't even hear you." He said, before he ran a hand over his face. "Sorry, I think I'm coming down with something." He explained, and you nodded, simply telling him to lay back down and take it easy. You made a mental note to maybe cook something light since he never really had much of an appetite when he was sick.

"Is it just me or is it cold in here?" You asked, brows furrowed as you noticed how chilly it was inside the apartment, despite the heater being set pretty high. Jungkook simply groaned, too tired to move much as he asked you to please close the curtains. You followed his request, worried figure dissapearing out of the bedroom.

However, something didn't sit well with you.

Maybe it was a simple gut feeling, but when the night slowly crept over the town, and you were slowly growing mildly dizzy yourself, you decided to make sure that your suspicions were correct, slowly walking towards the heater in the living room. It was chilly, but the heater was set to full power. And somehow, after looking at Miri whining in her bed, aimlessly pacing around, it seemed to click inside your head.

Jungkook had been home all day since last evening.

The apartment was cold, the heater's on.

Miri was already looking just as bad- and your own headache told you that this was exactly what you thought it was.

You instantly shot up from the couch, knocking your knee into the edge of the table which made you fall- the edge of the table ripping at your skin on your arm, painfully scratching it open. But it was as if you didn't feel it. Ripping the bedroom door open clumsily, you immediately opened the window, turning the heater off, before you went to wake Jungkook- or at least, try. "Kookie! Jungkook, wake up, come on!" You begged, shaking his shoulder as he slowly somehow came to his senses. He wasn't really awake- but he wasnt unconscous either. "Fuck.." You whispered under your breath, grabbing his phone and calling an ambulance- the dispatcher telling you to try and get him outside or to a place with fresh air.

But this was Jeon-I-love-working-out-Jungkook.

There was no way you could carry him all those stairs.

So you ran out the door, uncaring to close it, and knocked at your neighbours door- a familiar face looking at you with surprise. "Y/N?" He asked, visibly stunned to see you; teary eyed, with a bleeding arm, and clearly distressed.

"Namjoon, I think we have a gas leak in our apartment.. Jung-Jungkookie- they said I should get him outside but he's too heavy-" You pressed out, last words a little unclear as you finally broke. Namjoon simply went inside to grab his shoes and keys, before he closed the door, running towards your apartment, where he instantly grabbed Jungkooks arms, trying to somehow get him on his back.

"Jesus christ how much does he fucking weigh-" He swore under his breath, until he got a somewhat secure hold on the younger boy, walking out the door while you grabbed the dog, running after the two with the puppy in your arms.

Outside, the ambulance had just arrived, immediately attending to the both of you.

Seems like you owe Namjoon twice now.

Jungkook woke up with stinging smells and bright lights around him, some birds chirping outside the opened window. His arm felt heavy, fingers tingling slightly, and as his eyes adjusted to his new surroundings, he saw the cause of it.

You, with a bandaged arm, sleeping with your hands grasping his in your slumber.

He gently moved his arm, waking you, as you sleepily looked up at him, eyes suddenly widening as they glistened- a tell-tale sign that you were going to cry. "Thank god!" You said, head burying itself into his chest as he chuckled, a little confused on what was actually happening.

"What happened?" He said, partially also referring to your arm clad in white cloth, his inked hand gently touching it.

"We had a gas leak in our apartment." You explained, sniffling. "At first I thought you were just not feeling well, but then I started to feel unwell too, and Miri.." You went on, his hand running over your head to soothe you a little, noticing how you were getting wound up again. "And then I- I checked online and thought better be safe but you were sleeping, and you looked so bad so I called an ambulance and they said I should get you outside and I really tried-" You explained, and even though it hurt him to see your tears, he couldn't help but chuckle at that in amusement.

"Baby, you tried to carry me?" He asked, and you nodded. "My strong girl!" He teased, full on laughing when you playfully hit his arm to make him stop, a small smile on your lips. "But I highly doubt you got me even out of bed baby." He said, and a familiar voice chimed in from the door of his hospital room.

"No, but she was smart enough to get someone who could." Namjoon explained, casual clothes telling you that he wasn't there for work purpose. "I'm seriously questioning your body though. How the hell do you look like a yoga instructor but weigh as much as a professional wrestler?" Namjoon teased, making Jungkook groan in annoyance.

"Oh my god, now I owe him twice!" He said, playfully exagerating his reaction to the fact that Namjoon had helped them for the second time by now. "Please someone lay me back in my bed, I wanna die!" He said, and you hit his chest.

"No!" You said. "You're ready to leave me and Miri like that?" You said, playfully pouting as you turned away from him.

"Oh baby no, I take it back- nooo, look at me!" He whined out, making grabby hands for your just-out-of-reach sweater you wore, Namjoon laughing as he watched the scene unfold.

A couple of days later, Jungkook and you were sitting in your home again- with the pipes fixed, and plans of moving into a different apartment. For some reason, you didn't truly trust the apartment anymore- but maybe that would settle after a while.

"Hm.." Jungkook mumbled, looking at you as if checking for something, until he moved from his place on the couch, sitting up from his previously laying position. Without many words, he moved you onto his lap, his back resting against the couch, as he held you in place on his thighs. "You know everything's fixed right?" He asked, and you nodded- but he knew you simply answered to reassure him, not yourself. "Baby, I promise we can think about moving if you're really not comfortable- but let's settle down first, yeah?" He said, and you sighed.

"I know its stupid-" You began, but he quickly placed his pointer and ring finger to your lips, effectively shutting you up. You already knew that he'd argue that you weren't stupid, and you knew that- sometimes phrases like these just slipped out. So you playfully snapped after his fingers, making him shoot you a dark glance; a glint in his eyes that told you clearly that he was definitely up to play with you.

"Hm, did they never tell you to not bite the hand that feeds you?" He said, voice deep as he suddenly, and without warning, pulled you closer by your thighs, the abrupt movement forcing you to brace yourself against his chest with your hands, face inches away from his. "Or the hand that gets you off, in our case." He added, making you blush from his words.

You should be used to this by now, but somehow, as weird as it sounded, being together with Jungkook was never the same as the time before. He always found ways to make things different- either by taking it slow, or by introducing you to kinks and fantasies you never even knew were a thing. He loved excitement, loved to try out new things, even if sometimes they would turn out to be something he or you didn't enjoy. Somehow, he always managed to steer things around even if that happened however, turning an awkward situation into a sweet memory in the blink of an eye.

He groaned out lowly when you took his hand again, never breaking eye contact with him while you slowly guided his hand towards your lips- Jungkook instantly taking the hint, as he pushed his first two fingers between your lips, pushing down your tongue;

oh what a sight to see.

Both of his hands wandered towards your neck, never putting pressure- simply touching, holding you, and enjoying just how sweet you were being just for him. He loved these moments with you, these reminders that no matter how useless he felt whenever something didn't go his way, for you, he was always a hero. A knight in shining armor, your Master-

He could feel his pants getting uncomfortable at the thought of those words tumbling from your lips.

He'd probably introduce you to that someday else, because in that moment, he was way too impatient to think clear enough. He'd probably miss important clues that were sometimes so small that he himself wondered how he saw them- because you were dangerously submissive to him. He knew that if he asked, you'd do anything.

Even if you didn't like it.

"Hm.. I wonder if my baby can ride me this time?" He hummed, and you nodded, making him grin as he searched behind him for his hidden condoms in the couch- something you found quite funny at first, but by now you've gotten used to it. "Fuck." He groaned, noticing that there was no contraceptive hidden like it usually was.

"Thats a bad word, kookie." You playfully said, teasing him as he grabbed your behind quite roughly, raising his brow as his jaw clenched.

"Oh I'll make you scream out some bad words." He said, before standing up, throwing you over his shoulder in a manner that seemed to practiced to be simply winged out of nowhere. After all, this wasn't just a one time thing- he loved showing off his strength over you, and you loved it just as much in return.

Your body hitting the matress, Jungkook immediately grabbed your thighs again, pulling you to the edge of the bed where he already kneeled- placing your legs over his shoulders after almost rushing to get your clothes off. There was no gentle touching, no foreplay, he simply dived right in, pitch black eyes darkly watching you as you squirmed, back arching off the mattress every now and then in pleasure once he added the first two fingers into the game he was playing. "No smart words now, hm?" He hummed from his spot between your legs, amusement clear on his face at the sight of your trembling body. "But I'm not gonna let you suffer tonight, baby." He said, licking his lips before crawling over your body, hand reaching for the bedside table where he knew he had condoms stored in. "Take it as-" He said, while shedding his clothes before wrapping his length in the clear protection. "As a reward." He said. "For being my personal guardian angel." He said sweetly, before leaning down to connect his lips with yours. What was an innocent gesture at first, turned heated quite quick however; you would've never guessed, but Jungkook was a pretty messy kisser- open mouthed and tongue running over your lips, all while he guided his length inside you.

One thing Jungkook loved, was just how utterly small you looked underneath him. Not just that- but the way he could feel his own dick move inside you underneath his inked hand placed on your lower belly made him growl deeply as he rolled his hips in a forward motion, eyes fixed on the view he had of your cunt swallowing him as if it was nothing.

You were his.

For a long time, he didn't quite get the hype about saying that your partner belonged to you. For him, that was stupid- you couldn't 'own' a person, so why say that? But nowadays, he finally understood that no, this wasn't about ownership. It was about being able to simply have situations like these; moments of pure emotions and nothing else, with a person so devoted to yourself that you felt as if your entire life had their name.

He was yours.

Because even if he took on a more dominant role in the relationship, and a leading force in the bedroom, you had him in your hands at the end of the day. He was so utterly in love with you it sometimes hurt him to even think about it; the way you looked at him with so much adoration made him melt, the way you touched him with so much care made him feel so loved. He'd glady give his life to you if he had to choose between you and him.

"So sweet, just look at you." He mused, out of breath as he smiled, leaning over you again before kneading your soft breasts with his hands, kissing the delicate skin sweetly as he picked up his pace. "All mine, aren't you?" He said, and you nodded, mewling out something he didn't quite catch- but that was okay. "Gonna fuck you stupid, pretty girl-" He huffed out, biting the skin on your shoulder as he grew more and more sloppy. "Come on baby, cream on my cock," He grunted out, making you squirm- and open your mouth in a silent scream as Jungkooks hand found its way between your bodies, viciously moving his fingers over your most sensitive spot. The quick movement and the pressure of his length inside you finally made you come undone, hands desperately reaching for his arms as if that could save you. The orgasm you experienced made your vision bright, and unbeknownst to you, Jungkook came quickly after, panting to catch his breath, before he discarded the condom.

It took a moment for you to come back around, but when you did, the first thing you noticed was, that you were practically laying across his chest- his hand gently running up and down your arm, kisses being place on the top of your head as he bathed you in praise. "You're so sweet.." He hummed, before he noticed your eyes on him. "Welcome back princess." He grinned cockily, before placing a kiss ontop of your nose. "Come on baby, lets get you washed up and into bed, yeah?" He said, and you simply nodded.

Too tired to talk, and too comfortable in his arms to really move on your own. But that was fine.

He loved carrying you around anyways.

"You know.." Jungkook said, while you were both at the table, eating dinner. "I know I said I was uncomfortable with you calling me daddy, and I still stand by that." He said, and you nodded, unsure where he was going.

"I mean, yeah, you've said that but what does that have to do with-"

Suddenly, he leaned forwards after finishing his plate, eyes sparkling mischieviously. "I wouldn't mind hearing you call me 'Master' though." He hummed out.

And you choked on your fries.

[diavolosthots]

Could you make a fic about mc becoming an angel and (her boyfriend) Satan is uncomfortable with it? But that mc will (literally) fall for him

***REQUESTS ARE NOT OPEN THIS IS FROM LAST TIME***

Warning: mild angst -> happy ending

Hatred turned Loved (SATAN X GN!READER)

Angels. Disgusting. Seeing as he never was one and was born out of a fight between them, Satan never had any special connection to them. He felt resentment, hate, and aversion. Even Simeon and Luke were pushing it, although he was forced to deal with them regardless. His brothers all had some type of connection to the celestial realm, some type of love left for the feathered beings in the sky, but he never had. He feels about them as humanity feels about hell; dark, useless, and a punishment. No angel is ever fully good, not even Luke. Simeon’s darker parts, his more rebellious spirit, was easy to spot. Luke was just excused as being young but Satan knew better; he knew there was darkness within him, at least a little bit. He tried to steer clear of them as much as possible, and he would prefer if you did, too. 

But then of course the universe had to slap him in the face when they found out you were Lilith’s descendant. Having never met the woman, he felt the least affected out of all, although he can’t help but detect some kind of connection to the dead sister somewhere deep within. He avoided the topic of her, which was hard considering it’s everything anyone ever talked about. Even you would say a few words, more so about how the brothers were going crazy about it, but you spoke of her nonetheless, “Please, (Y/N). Let’s discuss something else.” He tried to be nice about it, he truly did. The last thing he wants is to make you feel guilty about something that you cannot control. This is simply a mistake on Lucifer’s side for letting her live and be reincarnated as a human, when she should’ve died. 

It seems he couldn’t fully escape it, though. A reminder of her was everywhere, always by his side. You were always by his side. He loved you, he adored you, he wanted to do everything with you, but that part of you… he wished it would be gone. One morning, everything changed. He woke up in a puddle of white feathers and you sound asleep. Had you not noticed? Slowly, he lifted himself up, careful not to touch you, in both disbelief and a feeling of being unsure. His eyes went wide, looking at the white mess around him, and admittedly, he ran out of the room. He ran to Lucifer, for the first time in a millennia, to seek his help. Only he would know what was going on. And he did. “It’s their angelic side pulling through, Satan… I didn’t think it would happen, not like this.” What’s that supposed to mean? To say he lost his temper was an understatement. He didn’t want this; he couldn’t bear this. 

You noticed, of course, how he kept his distance now, unsure and seemingly agitated at all hours during the day, “Satan…” Your soft voice tried to reach out to him, something he’d usually find comfort in, but now it’s just… it’s just something he tries to avoid, “I’m busy, (Y/N).” And that’s just it… he was always busy now. He made sure that he was always busy to the point where he pushed you away from him. You also knew why, it wasn’t a secret, and you hated it. Satan was your lover, your true love, or at least so you thought. Seeing him turn his back on you like God had turned his back on his children before… you couldn’t bear it. For weeks now, probably more like months, you had to deal with this alone. Only a handful of demons would approach, including the brothers, and even then it was only to mock you, or try to have their way with you. 

You couldn’t live like this, not when you felt like you had so much more to live for. Satan’s absence left a huge hole in your heart and it left you lonely, a feeling you never wanted to feel. So you did the unthinkable. You begged Simeon to take you to heaven under the disguise of wanting to see it. You picked a fight with Michael, ‘go big or go home’ rang in your ears, something you were sure Satan would tell you if he were there. Simeon stared in shock, trying desperately to get you to stop, pleading with you, but Michael had enough at some point and cast you out. 

It felt… it felt as if you were being torn apart atom by atom; as if your whole being was disintegrated and left to rot in the sky. It felt as if it was going on forever, as if the pain never stopped, although it did. You had passed out halfway down, only the memory of the pain remaining. Lucifer had found you, recognizing the burn in the sky immediately and brought you back. It was bad, pretty bad actually, and he seriously wondered how you hadn’t burnt up completely. You fell… “for someone as foolish as Satan.” he had said before dragging the fourth born to look at you. They fought, of course, when did they not fight, but you didn’t hear over what or even a word they said. 

Satan was overcome with guilt, not wanting to have caused that. He was also in denial for a long time, not wanting to be the one that messed up so bad, he caused your death. You didn’t move. For three long, excruciating days you didn’t move. Three days in which he didn’t leave your sight, his tail holding onto you for comfort in hopes you’d come back. He waited, he talked… he read to you. He did what he did best; trying to distract himself in any way possible. “(Y/N)... I’m sorry…” He can’t remember how many times he had said these words by now, but it was a lot. Guilt was overcoming him. If he simply hadn’t looked away, if he hadn’t ignored you, none of this would’ve happened, “it’s okay…” He shook his head, laying his head down by your hand which he was holding, “no it’s not…” Your eyes opened slowly, your hand turning weakly in his so you could squeeze it, “I love you, Satan… I did it for you…” His head turned to look at you, less shocked by the fact that you were still alive and more shocked that you still loved him after all of this, “(Y/N)...” You smiled weakly, turning your head to properly look at his glossed over eyes, “It’s okay…” 

Maybe you weren’t an angel anymore, but in that moment, the moment where you gave him forgiveness and decided to love him regardless, he felt as if you were, and for once, he didn’t want to change that.

[i-like-writing-stuff]

empty [five hargreeves x reader]

request: I loved the “four months” Five fic oh my 💕💕but, What about a Fic where Five finds reader dead?? Like just imagine the pain, sorrow and anger Five would feel to find reader, the one person who stuck with him in Comission, that dealt with his grumpyness, who actually liked him and viceversa and risked it all for him and his family, was killed by Commission :”) Obviously you don’t have to do it if you don’t have to, don’t feel pressure!!

a/n: first of all, thank you!! and i tried my best to follow your request, but as i said in my previous x reader, i really suck at angst??? i tried to keep it as sad as i could and i hope it turned out at least decent?? i feel like i kinda shifted from the request idk lemme know your opinion on it! xoxo

btw, this is not set in the canon timeline, since i could not find the right time for this to take place in. it is around season 1, before they find out vanya has powers, but let’s just take as an AU in which they had more than 10 days to save the world idk

as always, here’s a gif off google lol, but this time iss a sad five:(

summary: five tries to deal with his feelings as he loses his significant other at the hands of the commission

Empty.

A big pit of emptiness had made itself felt inside of Five, as he was slowly letting the reality sink in. 

He was never going to see you again, he was never going to talk to you again, he was never going to touch you again. He was never going to see your smile again, he was never going to hear the sound of your laughter again, or feel you in his arms whenever you let excitement take over you and engulf him into a hug- he may not have been a very touchy person, but whenever you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down, Five felt happy.

And he knew, right now- he knew well he’d never be that happy again.

It was a fucking nightmare to him, honestly. That’s what he’d say if you were to ask him; his past few days had been horrible. Not only he returned to his family ten days before an apocalypse that in the past killed them, and he had no idea how to stop it, but now he lost the person he was so madly in love with.

At first, he spent a decent amount of time in denial, not willing to accept the fact, but it slowly started feeling real to him. He was slowly accepting it, and as he did so, he was feeling inside how most of his emotions were slowly draining out of him.

Until he was left empty.

And he did prefer it this way, rather than the mixture of feelings that overwhelmed him in the beginning. He was angry, he was pissed of, but he was also sad, miserable. He was furious with the Commission, but he was more furious with himself for not being able to protect you and have your back, like you had his.

Ever since you and Five met years ago in the organization, you had taken a liking to the man. You spent your entire life focusing on your job and forgot to have a life of your own, but once you met Five Hargreeves, it all changed. 

The Handler assigned you one mission to go together on, but ever since then, the two of you realized how well you worked together and how much more efficiently the work was getting done, rather than working by yourselves.

It was only a matter of time until you two decided to partner up, so. You had been through a lot of events and mishaps together, you got into fights and shared good laughs, you even fell in love with each other... 

You had been through so, so much, that it was slowly killing Five as he remembered the good times. 

“Five?” Allison softly knocked on the boy’s door, “The others figured it was time.”

The sudden presence of his sister startled him a bit, but he softened back. He knew it wasn’t only him that suffered- his brothers and sisters were in grief as well. When Five made the big jump from 1963 to 2019, he took you with him to save the world from the impending apocalypse, as well as his siblings that he loved, deep down.

They took an instant liking to you, even if they didn’t have much time to get very close to you. At first, though, they seemed baffled with the fact that you had so much patience with Five. You had been dealing with his grumpy butt, and you weren’t even his wife? How could one person be so calm when she spends so much time with one sarcastic asshole who doesn’t really owe her anything?

“Right.” Five sighed, getting up from his bed with lazy movements, “I’ll be down in a moment.”

Allison nodded, letting him change back into his usual clothes, making her way back to the rest of the family. 

Five put on his uniform, staring into nothingness. He felt exhausted, like he had lost the game of life. If he hadn’t loved his siblings so much that he couldn’t stand losing them as well (again), he probably wouldn’t have even bothered to save the world anymore. 

Even in his numb state of mind, he still hated himself for not being able to save you. His self-inflicted hatred was so strong, he couldn’t even sleep at night, as your lifeless body is the only thing he could see when he closed his eyes.

“Y/N?” Five’s voice was low, as a lump had formed in his throat once he took in the scene before him.

He was waiting- hoping, for an answer, but, oh God- he knew he was not going to receive one. 

The room was an entire mess; there were clear signs of struggle. The cushions on the sofa were scattered around the living room, many expensive statues and vases left around as decor on tables were broken, as well as pots of flowers. All the drinks on the shelves behind the bar were broken to bits, alcohol was spilled on the floor.

As well as blood. 

And many bullet shells.

Five ran towards the bar, rounding it. When his eyes fell on the floor, his heart dropped out of his chest.

You were laying on a side, with your hair all across your face in a pool of your own blood. Five couldn’t care less about the broken glass surrounding you, as he fell to his knees, pulling your body into his arms;

“Y/N!” He yelled, feeling his vision blurry, as he took in your state.

His clothes had already been stained with blood so many times, but never in his life did he think that he’d dirty himself with yours.

Your eyes were almost closed, but he knew right ther eon the spot he’d never be able to forget the emptiness inside them. The spark you had whenever you smiled, or even looked at him had disappeared. They were dull and out of any emotion.

Your skin was pale and cold, as Five’s hot tears fell on you. A mixture of emotions was filling his body, unsure of what to make of the scene before him. His hands were shaking uncontrollably, as he softly stroked your hair, unable to do anything. 

He had seen his fair share of corpses- he knew how to recognize one, as much as he didn’t want to.

Cha-Cha had returned to the Hargreeves house that day, once again. After a long dispute with her partner who wanted out, she decided to start the mission the Commission had sent in; eliminate Y/N Y/L/N, since you had a big role in stopping the apocalypse.

You were all by yourself at the house, as you had been sore after a fight you had the previous night with the Handler, so you took the day off. The Hargreeves siblings left in their own business, and you figured you’d be able to enjoy the big house to yourself for the day, since Pogo and Grace had done the same.

A few hours had barely passed, when Cha-Cha had barged in with two hand guns, all serious. When you first started fighting, you were grateful for returning to your younger body, since you were able to put up a good fight even in your sore state... but it all went sideways when the woman managed to shoot you in the leg after throwing you over the glass coffee table.

You were already out of stamina, so it didn’t take long for her to pull you up by the shirt and throw you over the bar, right into the shelves full of expensive liquor.

Cha-Cha knew that did it, so she left before any of the siblings could return and catch her. As for you? Well, as it had turned out in the autopsy performed by Grace, you had suffered a horrible blow to the head which took you out when you were thrown over the bar. 

Not long after Five, the rest of the family shortly came in, but none of them could ever be prepared for that scene- seeing all the chaos in the living room, the bullets, the broken glass, the blood... their heartbroken brother who was clutching onto the lifeless body of the woman he loved, sobbing heavily.

“Wh... What happened in here...?” Klaus wondered, as tears were already dwelling down his eyes.

“Is she...?” Ben asked, covering his mouth in shock- even if he had never spoken to you since he was unable to, he liked sitting in the back and watching you deal with his brother. He was really happy he had someone that loved him that much, even if you were not willing to admit it yet to his face.

“Oh my God...” Vanya breathed out, feeling her bottom lip tremble, as Allison was too shocked to even say a word, starting to cry heavily into Luther’s chest.

“Whoever did this... is going to pay.” Diego declared, clenching his teeth.

The following days had been hard to digest for any of them, especially for Five. He thought he was too clever to ever want revenge on someone, but your death had Commission written all over it. He knew very well that Cha-Cha and maybe Hazel had struck again- after all, they barged into your home one time before in the search for him, so why not do it again? After all, last time, from what he’s heard, they dropped the chandelier in the hallway on Luther.

“I’m going after the Commission.” Five declared, as his family stood in silence after having scattered your ashes in the backyard you and him had first popped out in.

“No, you are not.” Luther said, as his siblings turned to him curiously, “We are going after the Commission.”

Diego placed a hand in comfort on Five’s shoulder, as the siblings nodded in agreement, ready to avenge the loss of their loved one.

“I’m quite flattered.” You sighed, crossing your arms as you looked at Five, trying your hardest not to cry because of what could have been between the two of you.

Ben shifted beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder, as he noticed the sadness in your tone, “I’m here for you, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Ben.” You turned to him with a smile, as you tried to lighten up the mood, “At least Klaus has two guardian ghosts now.”

[justthehiddleswrites]

Follow My Lead | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 8 | Now where are those blue sweaters you always wear?

A/N: This will update every Thursday.  There are 13 chapters.  There are all sorts of kinds of D/s relationships.  This is the one I choose to write this time.  

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Vivian Swann)

Summary: Tom and Vivian have both been unlucky in love, searching for something outside of the bounds of a typical relationship.  When the two of them connect via a dating app, Tom is introduced to the idea of being submissive to Vivian.  Which is the one thing he never knew he needed.  Under the firm hand of Vivian, Tom learns what it means to submit and Vivian learns what it means to be in a loving dominant relationship.  But not everyone seems to understand what they have and the best intentions can destroy the strongest relationship.

This Chapter: Tom and Vivian take some big steps.

Warnings for story: Dominant/submissive relationship (sub!Tom), lots of smut including but not limited to: vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), edging, denial, teasing, use of restraints, spanking, multiple orgasm, anal play, use of toys.

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Tom moaned as Vivian’s hand cracked against his upper thigh. He turned his head back and forth, trying to discern where she was standing through his tie over his eyes. After a few playful swats with a tennis racquet, Vivian switched to her hand.

“Do you like that, my baby boy?” Vivian purred. She stalked around him. Her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Tom was bent over the end of the bed. His skin red and cock throbbing.

“Yes, ma’am.” His voice hoarse and breathy. “I love it.”

Vivian stood behind him and ran her nails up the back of his legs. It stung when she hit his thighs and ass. Her dress teasing along his legs. She shoved her heel against Tom’s bare foot and widened his stance, slipping her hand between his legs and tugging on his cock.

“Oh, sunshine.” Vivian uttered in mock surprise. “Such a naughty boy getting excited.” She tugged again. Tom lurched forward.

“Sorry, ma’am.” Tom smiled as Vivian continued to fondle his balls.

She removed her hand and Tom whimpered, earning a swat to his right ass cheek. The bed creaked as Vivian crawled onto it. She situated her legs by Tom’s arms.

“Hmm… I don’t know if I believe you. I thought you were an actor.” She hooked a finger under Tom’s chin and jutted it up. Her breath hot on his cheek. “Prove to me how sorry you are.”

Tom reached for the tie, but Vivian swatted his hand away. “You don’t need to see to pleasure me.” She placed his hand on her inner thigh and dragged it to her core. “Feel your way, sunshine.”

Tom licked his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

He placed both hands on Vivian’s thighs, sliding down to cup her ass, and pulled her down until she is at the edge. He dropped to his knees. Tom rucked her skirt up and his fingers trailed along her skin until he found her folds, wet.

“No panties, ma’am? All day?” he asked. Vivian grabbed his head by the chin. He couldn’t see, but her lips curled into a smile.

“Does that excited you, sunshine?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Continue.” She pushed his head back between her legs.

Tom licked along Vivian’s folds and sucking her clit gently. His only sign of whether Vivian was enjoying it were the soft moans and whimpers she let loose.

“Such a talented mouth.”

“And talented hands, ma’am.” Tom added as he plunged two fingers into her.

“Very talented.” Her hands clenched the sheets of Tom’s bed.

Tom redoubled his efforts. Her walls fluttered against his fingers as they curled inside of her.

“I’m cumming, Thomas!” Her walls clenched around him. Tom continued to lick as she gushed against him.

Vivian panted while Thomas’s fingers overstimulated her. She grabbed him roughly by the hair to stop him. He smirked at her and she recognized underneath that tie, his eyes sparkled. His cock leaked onto her dress. She pulled off the tie. Tom blinked at the flood of light.

He crawled up Vivian’s body and kissed her. His tongue and lips tasted of Vivian’s arousal. Tom bucked against her. She chuckled.

“You don’t think you get to cum, do you?”

Tom’s face fell. He bit his bottom lip. He took several moments to cool himself down. “No, ma’am.”

Vivian kissed his forehead. His shoulders relaxed. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

-

Tom hissed as he slipped into the scalding water. His feet wanted to slip on the bottom of the tub. He lowered himself between Vivian’s legs.

“Relax, sunshine.” She pulled his shoulders back to allow him to rest against her. She kneaded the knots in his shoulders, rubbing oil along his skin.

“I should be doing this for you.” Tom groaned.

“Nonsense.” She pushed on a particularly stubborn spot. “I’m here to take care of you.” Tom winced. “You’re mine and it is my responsibility. My pleasure to take care of you.” She slid her hands down his torso and around to his front to rest on the tops of his thighs.

“I could get used to this.” His toes wiggled as he slid down against Vivian. His feet stuck out of the water up by the faucet.

“You need to get a bigger tub.” She giggled. Her hands slid inward. Tom’s head fell back as Vivian’s fingers stroked his cock under the water.

“I’ll put it on the list of things to change about the house.” Tom croaked.

Vivian squeezed tight and jerked. Tom shuddered under her touch. He wasn’t going to last long. “You have a list?” She purred in his ear. “Tell me the list, sunshine.” She swirled her hand along the tip.

“Right now, ma’am?” He sipped in his breath, concentrating on not cumming.

“Yes, right now. If you tell me the list, you can cum at any time during it. Otherwise,” She moved one hand to cup his balls. “I choose when you cum.”

Tom sputtered. “Yes, ma’am. The kitchen…” Vivian sunk her teeth into Tom’s neck and sucked hard. “… the kitchen needs updating. New cabinets and appliances.”

“Perfect for making me breakfast.” Vivian nipped her teeth on his ear. “Continue.”

Tom shifted on his bottom as Vivian sped up. He gripped the sides of the tub. “God, that feels good. And I thinking of adding on another guest bedroom and perhaps a study.” One of Vivian’s hand snaked up and pinched his nipple. Tom moaned as he came in the tub, spurting as Vivian continued to stroke him.

He slumped against her body. “Good boy, sunshine.” She kissed his back. “Let’s clean you up and sleep.”

Tom nodded, sleepy already as Vivian scratched the back of his head.

-

Vivian woke before Tom the next morning. She pulled on one of his t-shirts, inhaling the lingering cologne smell on the fabric, and padded to the kitchen. After fifteen minutes of fiddling, she figured out Tom’s espresso machine; googling the instructions. She clicked open her phone and noticed her voicemail and text message notifications. At least half of them were from Ashley and her mother. She listened to the first one.

Ashley’s voice shrieked out of the speaker and Vivian held the phone a few feet away from her face. “So when you said your boy looked like Tom Hiddleston, you weren’t lying! When were you going to tell me?!? I’m your best friend and I deserve to—” Vivian cut off the message.

She listened to her mother’s first message next. “It’s so nice to see you in a relationship, honey. This Tim Huddleston is quite a handsome bloke. Call me, your dad and I would love to meet him.”

She rolled her eyes and made a mental note to call her mother this week and make a lunch date for the weekend. Without Tom. The rest of the messages were from acquaintances and former friends. One of them was Jonathan. She deleted that one and blocked the number. Luke was kind of enough to check in on her. Vivian sipped her espresso, nodding in satisfaction before deciding to buy a machine for her own apartment. As she settled in the living room in one of the leather club chairs, curiosity got the better of her.

“How bad can it be?” she muttered. Famous last words. The headline read: TOM HIDDLESTON STEPS OUT WITH MYSTERY BRUNETTE.

Tom found Vivian curled in the chair, scrolling on her phone.

“Darling?” He came behind and kissed her head, glancing at the screen. “You didn’t…”

“They hate me.” she muttered.

“You shouldn’t have looked.” He moved to kneel at her feet. Tom pulled the phone from her hands, placing it on the table. “They don’t know you.”

“And your last girlfriend was prettier and more talented. And no one understands why you would find me attractive.” Her affect flat.

Tom rubbed her legs. “Please, darling.” His eyes welled with tears seeing Vivian like this. Not cool and collected woman that caught his eye in the bar.

Vivian gazed down at Tom at her feet, distraught at her mood. “I’m sorry, sunshine.” She petted his hair and rubbed his neck. Vivian exhaled her breath and inhaled sharply, coming back to herself. “You are right. And I should have listened to you. And Luke. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Tom laid his head in her lap. “I hate to see you upset, ma’am. It hurts.”

“I know. I hate I upset you. It hurts me too.” It wasn’t a lie. Play was one thing, but it broke Vivian’s heart seeing Tom like that. “I will do better.” She pulled his head up and nudged him to sit on her lap.

Vivian cupped Tom’s face. He smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You aren’t going to run, are you?” Tom asked. “People usually run.”

Vivian sighed. “No, sunshine. I’m not going to run. If I can handle corrupt CEOs and bigoted judges, then I can handle some online comments.” She kissed him. “You’re worth it.”

Tom kissed her back, insistent but not pushy. “You are worth it too.”

Tom’s stomach rumbled and Vivian’s soon followed, breaking the mood as Tom chuckled.

“I can make some breakfast.” He stood. Vivian grabbed his hand.

“Let’s go out for breakfast. My treat. I think we have both earned it.”

Tom’s brow furrowed. “You realize there are at least two paparazzi stationed across the street as we speak. We can stay here.”

Vivian sized up Tom, unsure if this was defiance or something else. He shifted from side to side under her gaze.

“Let them have their pictures, sunshine. But if it bothers you, we can stay in.”

Tom shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve learned to ignore it.”

Vivian stood and wrapped her arms around his waist, kissing his bare chest and admiring the mark on the back of his neck from the tub last night.

“What would you say about really giving them scandalous photos?” Her teeth nipped hard at his skin.

“Public sex is a hard limit for me.” Tom replied.

“Not what I had in mind.”

“How mad will Luke be at me?”

“You let me handle Mr. Windsor.” Vivian waved off Tom’s concern. She grabbed behind his neck and pulled him towards her. “But I am going to need to use your body for a bit.”

“My body is yours, ma’am.”

“Good answer, sunshine.” She pulled him and her onto the couch, Tom straddling her lap. “I want everyone to know you are mine.” She tugged the back of his head and sucked hard onto Tom’s neck. He moaned, chin tilting up to expose even more of the skin.

“I’m yours, ma’am.” Tom’s hips rocked against her.

Vivian pulled back, satisfied with the mark on his neck. “And I’m yours, sunshine. One more should do it.”

She moved down to his collarbone on the opposite side and again sucked on the skin until a dark mark appeared. Vivian smirked at Tom, who still rocked against her. His cock hard and dripping.

“Baby…” She cupped his face. “What are you doing?”

“Um…” Tom’s hips stopped rocking. “… nothing. Ma’am.” His head dropped.

“Let’s go find you a shirt to show off in.” She patted his ass as they both got up and headed upstairs to get dressed.

-

Tom was wrong. There were five photographers across the street. Who were now all scrambling for the best shot of Vivian kissing Tom with her hand on the back of his neck. Tom’s skin pricked at the exposure to the warm summer morning air. Vivian selected one of Tom’s older shirts from the back of his closet.

“How come you never wear this anymore?” She held up a well loved red plaid shirt.

“You can practically see through it for one.”

“It’s perfect.” She shoved the hanger at Tom. “Now where are those blue sweaters you always wear?”

“I am definitely stealing your sweaters from now on.” She purred as they parted, rubbing his chest. Vivian pushed the sleeves of the blue sweater up past her elbows.

“I’m hiding them as soon as you go home, darling.” Tom smiled, lacing his fingers with hers.

“Then maybe I just move in, darling.” She joked, squeezing his hand. Tom stopped in his tracks. Vivian panicked. “I was kidding, darling.”

“Why don’t you?” Tom responded, his toe pushed a pebble along the sidewalk.

“We haven’t been together that long, Tom. I don’t want you to say yes just because. I want you to want it.”

“I want it. I want you, darling.” He pulled her close. “I want this. All day.”

Vivian realized the cameras were still there. “Let’s discuss this over breakfast. This is not talk for the sidewalk.”

Tom kissed her lips. “Of course. I know just the place around the corner.” He dragged her along the sidewalk with a gigantic smile on his face.

To no one’s surprise, Tom ordered the brunch fry-up while Vivian order the only slightly more sensible French toast. She convinced herself the green juice counteracted the copious amounts of sugar and bacon. Tom ordered a double espresso shot.

“Because you need more energy, darling.” Vivian kidded with him. She didn’t mind him drinking all the caffeine as long as it didn’t interfere with sleep.

“Let’s not change the subject. You moving in, why not?” Tom sipped from the ridiculously tiny cup made even more ridiculous by his enormous hands.

“It’s a big, no tremendous step, Tom. What if you get sick of me? What if this is just a phase?” Vivian listed off reasons why not to do this, even as her heart said otherwise. “It would make things messy.”

Tom sat next to her, listening intently to her. “I hear you. But the fact of the matter is,” He took a deep breath. “I love you.”

“You don’t need—”

Tom held up his hand. “I will respect whatever you choose. I want you to be happy. But let me say, I am happiest when you are with me. And I would like to have that feeling as often as possible.”

Vivian slumped back in her chair, turning Tom’s words over and over in her brain. This was not how she planned on things going.

“I love you too. And I’m not going to lie, the thought of moving in with you is daunting. It is one thing to play and go out and about. I’ve never done this 24/7, living with my submissive, darling.”

Tom smiled. “I am more than willing to be your guinea pig.”

The server placed their food on the table.

“If you are in, then I am in.” Vivian blurted. “I guess I am moving in.” Tom moved in to kiss her. “On a trial basis. I’m keeping my apartment in Camden.”

Tom nodded. “Of course, darling. And I will be leaving in about three weeks to film in America. Plenty time for a trial run.”

“Perfect.” Vivian took a big bite of French toast. She nudged Tom’s fork towards him. “Eat up. You’re going to need your strength, darling.”

“To help you move boxes?” Tom asked, eating his toast.

“To help me celebrate.” She squeezed his thigh.

-

Vivian chastised Tom twice during brunch to slow down eating.

“Darling, if I have to remind you to chew your food one more time, I will make you edge for a week straight the moment I move in.”

Tom coughed and swallowed his food. “Yes, ma’am.” He took more reasonable bites.

Vivian rubbed his thigh, fingers grazing his cock through his jeans. “Good boy. We have plenty of time when we get back to your house.”

“Our house, ma’am.” Tom corrected. “Sorry, darling.”

“It’s okay. Everything is still so new.”

“But exciting.” Tom’s eyes perked up as he finished up his food.

She scratched the back of his neck. “I love seeing you excited like this. Like a kid on Christmas morning.”

“My favorite time of year. I can’t wait to share it with you.” He leaned into her touch, placing his head on her shoulder and sighing.

Vivian paid the bill, and they headed back. Tom made a big show of dipping Vivian and kissing passionately.

“Are they taking the picture?” Tom muttered against her lips.

“Can you not hear the shutters clicking?”

“I’ve learned to tune it out.”

“I’m taking you home. And fucking your brains out.” Vivian whispered in Tom’s ear.

“Then what are we doing here?” Tom righted Vivian.

“Pissing off Luke.”

They both laughed the rest of the way home. As soon as the door shut, Vivian dropped her bag.

“Strip and assume the position for inspection. In the bedroom.”

Tom hurried away, glancing over his shoulder as he undid the buttons of his shirt. Vivian took her time removing her shoes and then her jeans, leaving the jeans on the chair and heading to the bedroom.

“Good boy.”

She beamed as Tom stood in the middle of the room, naked. His clothes folded neatly and placed on top of the dresser. Tom’s hands behind his head and feet apart. His cock already bobbed. Vivian ran her hand from Tom’s shoulder down to his ass, giving a cheek a smack at the end. The sound echoed off the walls.

“I bet you could bounce a quarter off that ass, sunshine.” Her fingers trailed around Tom’s hip, teasing along his treasure trail and up his chest.

“Would you like to try, ma’am?” Tom didn’t move an inch.

“Another time.” Vivian jerked his head by the chin. “Mouth.”

Tom’s mouth fell open. Vivian pushed two fingers into his mouth. Without thinking, Tom closed his mouth and sucked on her fingers, humming against her.

Vivian’s body tingled. “On your back, sunshine.” She removed her fingers with a pop.

Tom crawled onto the bed and settled against the pillows. He licked his lips as Vivian slipped her panties off, leaving the sweater on.

“Condoms?” Vivian raised an eyebrow.

Tom shuffled through both nightstands. “I forgot to buy them last time, ma’am.” His face fell.

“I have contraception. Are you clean?”

Tom nodded his head, not speaking, afraid of jinxing what he hoped Vivian was going to say next.

“I guess I can make an exception this one time.” She crawled onto the bed, straddling his hips. “for this special occasion.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Tom’s hands moved to grip her hips.

“And…” She pressed against his chest, nibbling on his earlobe. “you have permission to cum.”

Tom squirmed underneath her. “Yes, ma’am.”

Vivian lowered herself onto Tom and he groaned the entire time.

“Fuck!” he hissed. Vivian slapped his thigh.

“Language, sunshine!” she giggled.

Vivian rocked back and forth on Tom’s cock. Tom guided her back and forth. Sex with a condom was good but without Tom wasn’t sure how long he would last feeling every inch of Vivian. His hand found her clit and rubbed it.

Vivian leaned forward, flattening his hands against Tom’s chest. “Oh, baby.” She moaned. It was going to be hard to go back to condoms after today.

The coil inside of her core tightened. “I’m close, sunshine. Are you close?” Vivian panted.

“Yes, ma’am.” His hips snapped up into her. One hand snaked underneath his sweater and tweaked Vivian’s nipple through her bra.

“Yes!” Vivian’s head fell back. As her walls clenched Tom’s shaft, he thrusted once more and spilled into her.

Tom slumped onto the mattress while Vivian fell against his chest. Tom’s softening cock slipped out of her and she slid down to Tom’s side. He wrapped his arm around her.

“I love you, ma’am.” Tom kissed her temple as her chest still heaved.

“I love you too, sunshine.” She peppered his chest with kisses, taking care around the hickey on his collarbone. “I love you so.”

“Welcome home.” Tom smiled, and they drifted off into a late morning nap.

[arlakos]

Oblivio Ending Rewrite

Something I just came up with one night.

...

When Chat Noir got hit by Oblivio’s blast, the last thing he remembered was going unconscious… then nothing… until a flash of red and black spots woke him to find him in his Lady’s soft embrace as the two stood close to each other

Realizing their compromising position, the two quickly leapt apart in awkwardness, before both turning to see the face of Ladyblog reporter Alya Cesair and Nino Lahiffe.

“Guys, you haven't seen a supervillain named Oblivio, have you?” Chat asked as his partner glanced around at where the akuma could be hiding.

Nino grinned awkwardly “ You've defeated it already, dude.”

“Actually, he was… us.” Alya said with same awkward expression, almost embarrassed by the revelation.

Well, that made things easier.

Sure, they don’t remember the fight, but In Ladybug and Cat Noir’s perspective however, it just meant that the mission was complete.

“Oh, okay.” They both said as they looked at eachother. 

“Pound it?” Ladybug asked as she raised her fist confusingly

Chat just smiled and raised his fist in agreement, making the former smile as well.

“Pound it!” the both exclaimed.

After all, even if they don’t remember the fight, it was always felt right to do their signature fist bump.

Chat took a moment to stretch as he looked at his Lady. “Once again, the Cat and Bug duo save the day! You have to admit that we are just killing this akuma fighting thing. I swear these fights are going so fast, they are becoming...forgettable!”

“Urgh! First of all, its Bug and Cat duo, and that pun was worse than the ones you usually make.”

“That means that you find my usual puns to be better!” Chat dramatically sighs with a dopey grin. “If only you loved me as much as you loved my puns, then this day would have been perfect.”

Ladybug frowned. “So… not that much.”

“You know you love my jokes.”

Her frown didn’t disappear though. “As much as I...tolerate your puns, I told you to drop it with the ‘couple’ stuff. We are a team, and I have a crush on another boy, remember?”

Chat’s smile dropped a little bit at that rememberance, but he still kept his grin. 

“Well considering that you haven’t declared that you’ve become a pair yet, I don’t think he sees what’s in front of-” Chat moved to continue, but he stop as he saw something that made him stop cold.

“Chat? Chat are you o...kay…”

Ladybug turned to see what Chat was looking at, and both of them froze at what they saw (though for different reasons)

Alya was smiling from ear to ear as she proudly showed the picture she snapped. 

Which just so happened to be Ladybug and Cat Noir kissing. And likely happened during the battle that the two of them had likely forgotten.

Chat Noir could only stare in surprise as he saw himself and his Ladybug locked in a passionate embrace, the two of them obviously sharing a kiss as the two held each other so closely.

Chat felt himself experiencing a variety of emotions as he stared at the image, from happiness, to jealousy, to hope, but he eventually just stuck on happy as he stared at the picture with an awed smile.

Ladybug on the other hand… didn’t take it so well.

“ Everyone saw that?.... This is a disaster! What on earth happened?!”

And just like that, that small bit of happiness just disappeared.

 Chat felt that emotion fade into almost pure emptiness as he turned to look at Ladybug, who stared at the image with shock, horror and even apparent revulsion at the thought she actually kissed him.

“I don’t-How!? This had to have been some sort of trick, a mistake! There was no way we could’ve kissed!” Ladybug said in denial as she looked at the image.

Chat felt his heart twist at he stared at his partner, hearing what she said. Sure, he didn’t expect her to have the same reaction about the picture he did, but he didn’t expect ...well… this.

(Or for it to be so horrible to her.)

Ladybug's shocked moment would have to come to an abrupt end, as her earring gave a rapid beep, signifying she was about to transform back. She stared at Chat Noir with an expression that was both nervous and angry.

“Th-This is not over! Chat, don’t you dare think anything about it!”

Ladybug quickly grabbed her yoyo and zipped off.

Chat felt a pain in his heart as he processed her reaction and saw her leave, standing there for a brief moment.

But as he started remembering his job, he decided that he needed to finish his responsibilities with what time he had left, and he went to check up the former akumatized pair.

“So, you guys are alright?” he said as he walked towards them.

Nino responded. “Uh...we were fine dude! Aside from the akuma thing, we’re alright! It’s just, how we got akumatized that’s bothering us.”

“Oh? What happened?

“We kinda got caught playing a game together called Super Penguino on our trip…” Nino explained, embarrassed. “Both of us got caught by our class-mates and laughed at because of it. We felt really embarrassed about it… which as you kinda guess, led to us being akumatized.”

“But it's fine, because now I have the perfect image!” Alya said as she raised her phone in the air, causing Chat to wince again. “This will make the Ladyblog explode!”

Remembering the reaction Ladybug had made to that picture soured his mood, but he quickly masked it with one of excitement as he stared at Alya. “Could I have a look at that picture again?” he asked as he raised out his hand?”

“Hmm…? Oh yeah sure!” Alya said as she showed him the picture.

Chat felt time slow to a crawl as he stared at the picture again, seeing the obvious comfort he and Ladybug shared with each other. He felt his mind start to race as he questioned how his mind-wiped self came to embrace his other.

Had he and Ladybug knew each other in their normal lives, and assumed that they were in love? Or had they just lost all their memories, but still fell in love again by some magic bond the two of them had? Chat couldn’t tell, but there had to be something that made this picture happen, that Chat himself (ironically) had forgotten.

Still, it didn’t mean seeing Ladybug’s reaction hadn’t hurt. It did hurt. A lot. Sure, he knew that Ladybug didn’t exactly love him the way he loved her, but he never thought that the idea of being kissed by him would make her that distraught. The way she stared at the picture was something between disgust and horror, and he wasn’t sure how much of it was directed at him.

Did he even mean anything to Ladybug, outside of fighting akumas?

A beep from his ring brought him back to his sense, and he looked at Alya. He stared on last time at the picture, almost as if to savour something that might’ve been.

“That picture...really made me happy.” Chat said to himself, with Alya smiling as she overheard what he was saying. 

“Unfortunately…”

Chat stared with a forlorn grin as Alya’s face dropped at the change of tone.

“I guess it will have to be just like Oblivio… a lost memory. Yoink!”

Alya was startled at Chat suddenly ripped the phone from her hands at a blinding speed. “Hey-What the-?!” Alya exclaimed. “Give that back! That’s my phone!” she said in anger.

“Sure Ladyblogger, but I’m sorry to say that the pic has gotta go!” he said with a plastered cheeky grin.

Alya’s eyes widened in horror at what Chat was about to do, while Nino stood there unsure of himself.

“No you can’t!” Alya hurriedly said. “I gotta have that picture for my blog! Give my phone back!” she said angrily as she ran after Chat.

Chat, unsurprisingly, outpaced her. “Sorry, but we were kinda memory wiped when you took that picture, and I kinda don’t want the wrong idea to go around for my Lady’s sake!” Chat said as he deleted the picture off Alya’s phone, making sure no traces of the picture existed.

(But not before he saved it on his phone)

Chat tossed the phone back to Alya, who quickly checked as moaned in dismay as the picture for her blog was now gone, giving the Cat Hero a nastly glare at her spoiled blog post. Chat however merely grinned back.

“I’ll be happy to give an interview next akuma fight, but this one’s gotta be forgotten! Cat out!”

“You’ll pay for this you sneaky cat!” Alya said as Chat jumped off the roof. “I will show the world that my LadyNoir ship is real!”

‘Heh. You and me both.’ Chat thought to himself miserably as he leapt away, his face morphing to that of disappointment now that he was no longer near other people.

 A part of him honestly wanted to believe that there was hope for him and Ladybug based on that picture, that there was hope that the two of them could fall in love for real.

But after seeing the reaction that reaction Ladybug pulled at that picture?

Chat wasn’t even sure if Ladybug even liked him as a friend. 

[overtureofchaos]

When Things Change

I was asked by several people to post this one shot on Tumblr. It is also on my Wattpad profile. This is my first attempt at a Y/N one shot, so I hope you enjoy it. 

Plot: You and Carisi have been roommates for years, but after a near-death experience, everything changes.

Starts after the events of 18x7

Content: sex, violence, mentions of rape. All mild. 

As you stood looking down at the pregnancy test, your stomach flipped more that you thought it ever could. Throwing up in the morning was one thing but this was where the rubber hit the road. It was not just some bug; you had a baby in you. His baby. You could ask yourself how it happened but at the end of the day you knew full well how it happened. Though you and your roommate had long been friends with benefits, mostly on bad nights or heavy cases or around test days, Sonny had already passed the bar so for him the super stressful school days were over. For you though, you were still plugging along trying hard to get your nursing degree. Thankfully you were in clinicals now, but the days were long and sometimes unforgiving. Back when he was still in school you two would have long nights studying and grilling each other. Sometimes those nights would end with a romp but Sonny always used a condom. Not the last time though. Something shifted that day. Not that you two were in love or anything like that, but something in his attitude and mentality. 

The day had been normal for you. School, and the afternoon at the coffee shop. That didn’t pay much and with reduced hours, there was a need for more money. You could not let Sonny pay for everything so you took on a side gig in the evenings that seemed easy enough. Before the night in question, Sonny told you about this case where one of the possible witnesses was a professional cuddler. It sounded so ludacris but you kept thinking to yourself it was definitely something you could do and you found her services online, went for an interview and was hired. The job paid well and currently did not have any negative effects on your life. The extra money was nice and because Sonny was always so busy at work he never questioned where your money for bills was coming from. You were not doing anything illegal or even explicit. 

Sometimes his days were very long and he would come back tired or cranky or not in the mood to even conversate. That seemed to be more often than usual now. He’d expressed early on a crush on his partner, which was fine because even though the two of you had sex you were not in any way romantically involved. There was no heart in it, just bodies - just sex. He’d had some god-awful cases over the past year or so - someone on his squad died, they’d chased two different serial killers, a cold case serial rapist… the work he did was terrifying but no matter what you two remained the best of friends and could always lean on each other if you just needed to vent. 

That particular night, he came in later in the afternoon. Hearing the door, you yelled out but no one responded so you got a little freaked. “Sonny? That better be you!” Nothing. Poking your head out from your room slowly to access the situation you saw your closest friends ever standing in the living room nearly catatonic. How he got home was beyond you. There was blood on his face and in his hairline. Slowly you approached with your hands up and out just in case he wasn’t really connected to reality. Knowing his job was dangerous was something you had long ago settled with. He ran the risk everyday of getting hurt or killed but he loved his job and he was great at it. You could do nothing but respect him for the risks he took day to day to keep both you and the city safe. The closer you got you could see there was blood on his shirt and tie and right on him there was something in his hair. Being a nursing student that had considered working in an ER you recognized the mass as brain matter.

Your expression dropped away. “Holy shit, Sonny. What happened to you?” He did not answer you. Slowly you eased him onto the coffee table. Normally you would yell at him for sitting on the coffee table but all the years you two had lived together you knew his favorite places to sit were tables. Easily three times a week you would snap at him about the perfectly good sofa he could be resting his ass on. He would just smirk like a dick and stay on the table. Or he would stand and thrust his hands into his pockets. The man was happier about pockets than any woman ever could be. He’d flaunt them like nothing else. Unsure what to do you knew he would have been checked out at the scene of whatever happened; surely this was work related. Either way you went to the kitchen and filled a bowl with warm water and grabbed a rag to clean him up. He just sat there staring out the window not responding to anything you were doing. He did, however, let you lead him. 

After cleaning his face up, you walked him to his bedroom and started removing his clothes. To hopefully arouse some interest in his current situation, with every button you spoke out what you were doing and rare as it was, you were thankful he was not wearing a three-piece today of all days. You made him sit on the bed and removed his shoes and shimmied him out of his slacks and gently forced him back on the bed. He still had not said a single word. Because you’d lived together for years, you did have the numbers of everyone in his unit and thought very seriously about reaching out to his lieutenant, but if this was not work related you didn’t want to get him in trouble. Sonny would need to tell you what to do. He just laid there, so you left him and took his clothing to clean out any blood and hopefully salvage the shirt and tie. About an hour passed before you decided to check back on him. He had not moved an inch.

The only thing you could think to do was give him some human interaction. Your newly discovered cuddling skills came into play so you stripped down to your tank and undies - to match his attire - and crawled onto the bed in front of him, letting him be the big spoon. It was a good thing no one was working that night because you fell asleep to the sound of his breath steadying on your neck. About maybe four in the morning, you finally felt him stir. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer and before long he was rolling you toward him so he could see your face. He hesitated but finally spoke, choking a little on his words, they were rife with emotions. 

“Y/N, thank you. You didn’t have to do all that. I mean, I appreciate all of it.”

Clearly he comprehended what you had done for him so it was nice to see he hadn’t had a complete mental break. “Sonny, what happened?” You whispered softly, cupping his cheek. “You had blood on you and, uh, brain?” How do you say that without setting him off again, but the two of you have always been able to speak candidly with each other. 

“We had to go to Jersey. This cop had kidnapped a girl and we knew he had her but it was just Lieu and I. I found her in the house but he was in there too and he, uh, he put a gun right to my head. I thought he was going to kill me, Y/N. He maybe would have if Lieu hadn’t shown up when she did. No hesitation, she shot him. In the head. I was able to stay composed when I was with her but the moment I was alone, I couldn’t help but realize I could have died today. And if Mike hadn’t died? I don’t know that Lieu would have been so vigilant, ya know?”

Hearing what he’d been through you could not help but feel those similar emotions. He was still distraught and with you he didn’t have to save face. There was no need for that squad room bravado here. He could be as stripped and bare as he needed to be. He had always allowed the same with you. As close as you were in this moment you were not expecting what happened next. The two of you had sex before but it was always playful, why-the-hell-not kind of sex. It was never romantic and he’d always used to condom. Hell, after you always went to separate bedrooms, so even lying in each other's arms was different, but maybe that contributed. First he kissed you, then he took over and you let him. It wasn’t just sex that night. You felt like you’d made love but never would you admit that to Sonny’s face. 

You would; however, tell your closest workmate (B/F) what happened. They knew that you and Sonny fooled around every once in a while and also knew that you cared about him. When you want more from someone, it is usually easier for someone else to see than yourself. Denial is an excellent camouflage. The weeks after things change a little between the two of you. There was a lot more touching and a lot more texts making sure each other were okay. But there was no more sex and you started to think it was just different that one night and things would eventually feel normal again. Pushing down your growing feelings for your roommate was nothing new. That was until you started feeling queasy in the morning. 

At work, you walked straight up to B/F and pulled them aside. “I think I’m pregnant.”

B/F just stared at you blankly for a minute before responding. “Like with a baby?”

You couldn’t help but smack them in the arm. “What? Of course with a baby. I can’t have a giraffe. JC, Mary and Joseph, B/F. What am I gonna do?”

“I am assuming this is from your passionate romp with Son-Son? I mean you haven’t said you’ve been with anyone else since the night he almost died, right?” B/F could be a real ass sometimes but no matter what they kept things real. “I mean, Detective Hottie would be a good dad, right? You’re not thinking you’d, you know?” Twirling their finger around insinuating an abortion. 

“What? No! Come on, but I mean, I haven’t taken a test yet, so I still need to confirm but I have to do it first thing in the morning. You break before me today. If I give you some cash will you run to the bodega and grab me a test? Please?”

All B/F could do was laugh. “You got it, Y/N. I would do anything for you. Besides, I want to know so I need to be on this journey with you, girl.”

Now, test in hand - more precisely, test in shaking hand, that big plus sign was screaming at you. You could hear Sonny in the kitchen making coffee and probably breakfast. Swallowing you buried the test in the trash, sent B/F a quick text saying it was positive, and then hopped in the shower. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Sonny to come in while you were in there or you when he was, but given there was that screaming gem in the garbage your body tensed the moment you heard him walk in. “Hey, Y/N, where is my green dress shirt? The darker one. Didn’t it come back from the cleaners?”

Relaxing a little you continued to shower,”Yes, it should be in your closest. I picked it up yesterday.”

“It’s not though, I already looked.”

Knowing how out of it you were the day before you bit into your lip thankful Sonny could not see your face. “Check my closet then? I mean, I could have accidentally hung it in mine. I’m not perfect.”

You heard him leave and then yell out to you though you could not make out what he said before he returned. “Bingo. Wow, you know, I never realized how organized you are. I like it.” Next thing I know he is pulling the curtain back and smiling like an idiot. Your first reaction was to cover yourself knowing full well he’d not only seen but explored every part of your body. Still casual sex versus this you were taken aback. Furling your brow you tried not to smile, “Can I help you, detective?” So busy looking at his face you didn’t see he wasn’t dressed until he climbed in the shower with you. 

“What the hell, Sonny?” He pulled you close to him and the skin on skin contact made your breath catch. He wasn’t some big strapping hunk all muscle bound, but he was perfect in so many ways. In a suit he looked skinny, but there was enough there to hold onto. There was just enough chest hair to not be gross - not overly hairy and not under hairy like a boy. Lanky suited him. Only 6 feet tall he had the longest thighs you’d ever seen on a man from hip to knee. You thought he was well proportioned everywhere that mattered. 

He turned you around and pulled your hair off to the side to gain access to your neck. Even though there were moderate grunts of protest your body was fully responding to his touch. Your back arched and you could feel him hard against you while his hand gripped your hip and forced you closer, his other found your rock hard nipples and started playing with them just before you had to brace yourself against the shower wall. He was in you, kissing and nibbling on your back and neck and with each of his thrusts forward you rocked back in turn. His had left your nipple and made its way down to your clit, sure it was pulsating under his lengthy fingers. The two of you never had shower sex before but if this is what it was like you were willing every day. Holding you close as your body let go, the orgasm he gave you made you nearly collapse. He was soon to follow and it took a few minutes for either of you to recover. 

You turned to him with a shit-eating grin and lightly smacked his chest. “What the fuck was that all about? I mean, I am not complaining but it seems out of character. You okay?”

All he could do was kiss you. “You were taking too long and I need to get ready for work too here. I mean, if you’re going to be a shower hog,” he shrugged and pursed his lips as he forced you to change positions with him with a laugh. Now he was under the water, soap in hand. 

“So being a shower hog means I get that? Geez, Carisi, I will hog the shower every day then. You aren’t buying yourself free bathroom time.” You returned the laughter and got out of the shower trying your hardest to not glance at the waste basket. Had he seen it? Is that why he was so fucking giddy? Either way, you had class and were gone before he was even out of the shower. The day was long and trying to decide how to tell him was the hardest thing you’d ever encountered. This was a life changer. Kids. Sonny was a proud uncle and godfather, but a father? Like children of his own? On top of that with a woman he lived with and did not love. What would his mother say? Or worse, think of you? Certainly Mrs. Carisi would be overjoyed to have another grandbaby and one from her only son, no less, but Sonny’s dad was a jerk. The two of you spent many nights over the years talking about their parents and even meeting each other’s families, friends and co-workers. People found it hard to believe there was never more between the two of you but aside from very casual sex things had been very much a friendship until he almost got killed. 

Walking into work there was definitely a bit of a pep in your step that morning. Had you only taken the pregnancy test, chances were you would feel queasy all day long and not just these morning blahs created by the growing baby Carisi. But Sonny was completely on point this morning and that made you smile enough for B/F to notice. Immediately they came over to you, “Girl, you are glowing! Tell me, tell me. I mean I saw your text but he must have been happy as hell for you to be floating like this!”

Their giddiness was infectious. “Stop it!” You giggled as you pulled them into the back room. “No, I didn’t tell Sonny at all. I think I would have, but he was in a mood this morning. He came into the bathroom several times when I was showering which isn’t out of the ordinary, but he crawled into the shower with me and damn, B/F” You clutched your chest and took a deep breath. 

B/F raised a brow. “The shower? Like damn, what has gotten into him lately? He can’t get enough of you girl. It’s that man's prowess. He knows you’re pregnant even if he doesn’t know it. You’re sexier to him and he can’t get enough of you. But seriously, when are you gonna tell him for real?” That was not a question you had an answer for.

Thankfully, in the nicest sense, Sonny caught a case that kept him working, something about a nanny kidnapping the boy she watched because she didn’t like the woman she worked for. That was scary because there were so many nannies in New York City. Would you two have to pay for a nanny? Would that be a question? Your mind said you were not fixing this. There was a baby in existence and that child deserved to live and even if Sonny didn’t love you the way a man should love a child’s mother he would certainly love his kid. That man was way too Catholic to want anything other than the child. Your biggest concern right now was did he already know? You’d thrown the trash down the shoot and the test was still in there. Sonny was just acting weird. 

When he finally came home you were sitting at the table doing school work. You said hello but kept studying, trying to get a feel for his mood. Jumping up and running to greet him had never been your way and a couple of crazy encounters shouldn’t change that. He set down his keys, badge and gun; took off his coat and then his wallet. This was his routine and nothing had changed. He was telling you how the case went and how they found the boy safe and unharmed and it was crazy how far people would go to prove they were right. They could break every law and still not feel deserving of the consequences. Then onto the couch. “Hey, Y/N, come here a sec, would ya?”

Tapping your pencil on your notebook, there was seriousness in his voice that raised concern. So you walked around the couch expecting to take his seat on the coffee table but instead he pulled you onto his lap, forcing your legs apart so you were straddling him. Your back arched again. All these years and though you’d found him attractive, these past few weeks were different. Sexiness came from how affectionate he was, or could be, and the man oozed it. He pulled you in for a kiss before talking. “We’ve been doing that a lot lately. Everything okay? I mean it sounded like you guys did good. Saved the child?”

“Yeah, I mean, life is pretty good. I’ve just been thinking. You and me, I know we go way back but here recently I can’t help but think we’re really good together, right? I mean, you could see it if you tried right? Being, maybe, more than just friends? Just roommates?”

That shot a jolt of fear through you. And concern. Had he discovered the test and now he was just trying to do what was right? It was one thing to know you were undoubtedly falling head over heels for this guy but to entrap him with a baby was a totally different scenario. He had every right to be a part of his child’s life but should never be forced into a loveless relationship and neither of you had ever professed your love. Great sex was not love and sadly, making babies together was not love either. Even though he could probably see that expression of fear all over your face, you tried hard to play it off. “Seriously, we share a couple of earth shaking orgasms and now you want to take a stab at forever, Sonny? Don’t be so mean.”

“I am serious,” he said, visibly hurt by your words. Almost that look a man would have if he proposed and then was rejected. Had you made him feel rejected?

“Come on, Sonny, how long have we been friends. You cannot be serious. That is just, well, it’s a little ridiculous. And insulting.” You feverishly were trying to protect your heart here, not knowing if this was the right time to spring the baby on him or even figure out if he knew. If you had to guess you were fishing for the latter. As you started to rise off his lap, what came next was not expected in the least. His nostrils flared a little and despite not being a big, bulky man, he was strong. He gripped your arms and threw you off to the side, landing on the couch. He’d actually hurt you. Was he so butt hurt that you didn’t take his seriously that he was willing to hurt you?

“Ouch, Sonny, that fucking hurt! You asshole!”

But he was up and on his feet now pacing. “That hurt? You landed on the sofa, Y/N. And, and, I’m an asshole? What about you? I put it out there, my heart on the line and you what, you just laugh at me like this is a big fucking joke? Good enough to live with, good enough to fuck but nothing else, huh? You don’t think I could take care of you?” He was screaming and you should have appeared visibly frightened to him. Something you think would make him stop but the only explanation you had in your head was he knew you were pregnant and this rejection was too much to handle. Sonny had yelled before around you but never laid hands on you and even though he hadn’t hit you your arms were still throbbing from his grip. 

Dumbstruck, your own anger rose to the surface. “One second you are telling me you think we’d be great together and the next you’re tossing me around like afucking ragdoll because, what? I didn’t think you were serious? I deserved for you to lash out at me like that? You’re acting like your dad, Dominick.” You spit those words out with way more vitriol that you’d planned. Sonny tried so hard to be anything but Dominick Carisi the Senior and yet here you were fighting with him because his temper got the better of him. His face grayed. If not taking him seriously about a relationship hit a nerve, that statement must have set all of them on fire. 

“What the hell did you just say to me?” He took a step forward and stopped but his finger was pointing at you and there were tears building in both your eyes. He looked pissed still but more hurt than upset. 

Trying your damnedest to stand your ground. “You really think I would be okay with this behavior? You don’t love me, Sonny. You picked me up and threw me like I was nothing. I don’t give a shit what kind of man I thought you were, I can’t have this baby. And have to deal with that temper, all the time? Is that what this is? Like, make me love you and then you just turn into your father? I will not lie down for you. Fuck you. I’m leaving. I’m gonna go to B/F’s place. You can stay here and wonder what the hell just happened. I’m out.” You stormed off to your room, shaking and crying and could not find your phone before you realized it was still on the table with all your books. “Fuck,” you muttered. You two had never had an argument. Not once in nearly five years. Trying your best to calm down you pulled your gym bag out of the closet and broke down in tears. 

Sonny, on the other hand, was now standing alone in the living room trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. He’d thought all day about you and how there was a shift and about your past together and it all seemed so crazy that he had not realized sooner he’d fallen for you. Amanda had teased him before about it but no matter how many times he heard it from other people he’d never been able to admit it. But then he almost died and thinking deeply about the people he loved or even the people that would be upset had he been killed, you were right there in the forefront, even before his mother and sisters. The detective part of his brain kicked into overdrive. On the way home he’d worked himself up thinking there was no way that a girl like you could ever love a guy like him. The sex was great and really, everything else seemed great too, so why not see where it could go. Getting angry was the last thing he’d thought about and yet here he was exploding with emotion and so raw. 

You’d equated him to his father, which is the last man in the world Sonny ever wanted to be compared to. You overreacted and said he’d thrown you when all he was trying to do was get you off him and if he did that too harshly he was sorry, but his heart was breaking because he swear you’d said something about a baby? And not just a generic statement but the words ‘this baby’ as in an already existing child? And then the comparison to his father? That was a low blow but was it because you were pregnant? His confusion was too much. Taking a breath, a big one, he went to your room and knocked on the door before opening it.

You were curled on the bed crying. Sonny walked around, hands up and started talking like he would to a rape victim at work. “We need to talk. And you have every right to be mad at me, Y/N, you do, but you can’t shut me out like this. Not after what you said out there.”

Eyes burning you found the courage to look at his face. “I know, Sonny. It was unfair of me to compare you to your father, and I am sorry. But I have never seen you that angry and you have never treated me that way. I am totally caught off guard by it.” Sitting up, you grabbed a pillow and pulled it close to your body, squeezing it like a child would a teddy bear. “What is going on with you? Lately you have been so different.”

“It’s not obvious?” He asked, confused.

“Obvious? The only thing obvious here is that we just had a major blow up and I am not sure we can come back from this.”

“Don’t you think we have to? I mean we should, right?” He nodded in your direction but you were not putting two and two together. 

“What do you mean we have to?”

Sonny had always been really great and knowing when a woman was pregnant given just how much time he’d spent around women. His baby sisters, his partner - every time they were pregnant, Sonny knew. How had he missed it with you?

“Y/N, you said out there, I can’t have this baby… you’re pregnant. And you didn’t tell me? Were you going to? Cause I am so confused.”

There would be no way Sonny would miss the color leaving your face. You said that out loud? Holy shit. You were upset and not thinking, but that was not the way you wanted Sonny to hear about it. Somehow you thought you would not have to tell him, that he would know and just ask you and then you could answer honestly. Instead, you spewed it out in a hateful, over-dramatic way because you didn’t think he could seriously ever love you despite how much he had changed over the past few weeks. You loved Sonny and deep down you knew it and were too afraid to admit it and then finding out you were having his baby you also knew you didn’t feel worthy enough to be the mother of his child. 

Choking back your emotions you began to speak slowly and as steadily as you possibly could. “Sonny, I, um…”

He moved to sit on the bed with you, calm as ever, the man you knew you loved. “I am so sorry I scared you. That is not who I am, Y/N and I hope you know that, but this is big and we do need to at least talk about this. I mean, you didn’t mean it did you? You wouldn’t get rid of the baby, would you?”

“No! It’s just, I found out last week the morning you came into the shower. You were acting so unlike you and I thought you’d seen the box or the test and I am still not sure why you haven’t asked about it? I just thought you were acting differently because you knew. And then you’re asking me out there if we should be a thing and that we work great together and I felt like because you had to know that you were only asking me because I am pregnant and not because you really love me or want to be with me or us. Then you got angry and I have never seen you so angry, not once and I must be the reason right? Me or the baby or both?” By time you were done with the hysterical rant you were practically out of breath.

All Sonny could do was smile. He felt like a total ass for allowing his temper to get the better of him. “Did I hurt you out there? I mean, I know I hurt you, but are you hurt, like needing to go to the hospital hurt?” All you could do was nod no. “Okay, I want to put it out there that I didn’t know. I have been acting so differently because when Cole tried to kill me, my world changed. I have been shot at and I know the job is dangerous, but literally my life flashed before my eyes. And on the way home, once I was alone, I had time to think about everything I would be leaving behind and how much I would miss you. And then you took care of me and I realized how you really always have. You work two jobs,” he smiled that beautiful, crooked smile, “Yeah, don’t think I don’t know about the cuddling thing. Either way. You pick up my dry cleaning, you were my biggest cheerleader when I was at Fordham. You’re everything, Y/N. So, yeah, things were different that night and I wasn’t sure how to tell you without freaking you out.”

You started laughing through the falling tears. His words were sweet and you knew that moment of upset was just as much a misunderstanding as it was a shock to both you. Sonny was not Dominick - never had been, never would be. This whole thing was a moment in time, two people who’d fallen in love and were too afraid to admit it. “Our child is going to be born talking, isn’t it?”

You both laughed. The tears in his eyes were those of joy. He pointed and you nodded before he crawled up on the bed the rest of the way, beside you, and took you into his arms. 

“I love you, Y/N. I promise I will never, ever lash out like that again. Will you promise me something though?”

Looking up into his eyes, “I love you too, Sonny. And I am sorry I didn’t just tell you. What do you want me to promise?”

“That the next time there is something THIS big, you tell me?”

“I promise.”

[villainousshakespeare]

Happy Birthday & congrats on 200 followers! I was thinking number 1. Just. One. Bed (a favourite of mine as well) with sassy lil angel haired Magnus 😉

Thanks very much for the request! Hope you like it! (and hope smut is okay!)

First story for my 200 Followers/Birthday writing challenge! 

Bunnies in the Rain

Magnus Martinsson/Reader 

Rated M - sex, smut, kissing, romance,angst, fluff

“I’m so sorry, but I’m afraid there’s only one room available,” the overly made up-clerk simpered, batting her eyes at your colleague and completely ignoring you, even though you were the one who had asked.

“That’s fine,” you answered, voice sharper than it strictly needed to be as you stared down the pretty girl. “We don’t mind sharing.”

Ignoring both her pout and the amused smirk from your partner you could just catch out of the corner of your eye, you slapped your credit card down on the counter. Smiling sympathetically at him the girl - really, she couldn’t be much more than that - made the necessary arrangements and handed you a pair of key cards.

”Second floor, room on the right,” she smiled, still ignoring you. “Do you need help with your bags? Not that you would, you look so strong.”

”No bags,” you grumbled, snatching the cards from her hand and turning to trudge up the stairs, leaving him to thank her.

”What is your problem? You practically bit the poor girl’s head off!”

You turned as your partner shut the door to the small room behind him and glared at him.

”You look so strong!” You cooed in an exaggerated version of the clerk’s flirting. “Why don’t you come back down and hold me with your big, strong muscles! Jesus, Magnus!”

”Jealous?” He asked with a grin that made his eyes twinkle.

Sputtering your denial in what was surely a “Me thinks the lady doth protest to much” manner you glared at your partner. Really, you couldn’t even blame the girl. On any given day Magnus Martinsson was the most handsome man you had ever seen. Tonight, after spending half an hour in what could kindly be described as a torrential down poor, he was nothing short of an Adonis. The rain that had turned you into a drowned rat had plastered his normally loose fitting button down shirt to his lean torso, displaying muscles usually only hinted at. His blond curls were darkened to a burnished bronze, but lost nothing of their tousled appeal as he ran his hands through them and shook out the excess water like an overgrown golden retriever.

”I just think one should maintain their professional demeanor when on the job,” you huffed, sounding priggish and pretentious to your own ears. 

”Yes, yes. I know how much you value professionalism,” he sighed, pealing the drenched shirt off to reveal his well defined chest and sculpted abs.

Considering you spent most of your time on the job trying not to stare at him, you thought, you had to prioritize professionalism. You had been partnered with Detective Martinsson three month’s ago upon your transfer to the Ystrad police department and every moment since then had been an intense combination of agony and ecstasy. 

It was not just that Magnus was so undeniably attractive, although that certainly did not hurt. No, on top of his radiant good looks the young detective was intelligent, excellent at his job, funny, and had excellent taste when it came to picking out songs to play on the radio. Considering the amount of time you spent in the car with him, the last was no small thing. Yes, he could be rather smug, and he did at times act overly put upon, but Magnus had a heart of gold to match his curls. It was enough to make you want to throw yourself down on the bed and cry.

The bed. Oh, dear god in heaven, there was Only. One. Bed. Tamping down your panic you glanced over to where your partner sat on a chair, pulling off his damp socks and setting them out to dry on the radiator. In anyone else it would have been repulsive, but you found yourself staring at his gigantic feet, thoughts you should not be having running through your brain.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"What?" your eyes snapped into focus to see him grinning at you, half naked, from where he lounged in the chair.

"Aren't you going to take your clothes off?" he asked.

"Excuse me?" you squeaked, face heating as he stood up and crossed the room to the closet, unbuttoning his jeans as he walked.

Had you hit your head when your car had swerved off the road, you wondered. Or perhaps you had died and were now in heaven.

"Here, catch," he said, grabbing one of the robes that had been hanging on the closet door and tossing it to you while he wrapped the other around himself and then shimmied out of his jeans. "You've got to be soaked to the bone, don't you want to dry off?"

Of course. Robes. Towels. The rain. Shaking your head to clear it of the image of Magnus half dressed you turned your back to him and quickly shrugged out of your dripping top before donning the plush white bathrobe. Using the trick every female learned at a young age you slipped your bra off from underneath, and after a quick moment wiggled out of your pants as well. Even though the robe was much thicker than your clothing had been, somehow there was something so... intimate about being clad in it. All it would take was a pull of the cord and your would be all but bare, as would he. It was enough to send all of your moisture directly south.

"The girl said their was a bathroom down the hall," he told you, padding towards the door. "I'll be right back."

The bathroom. Of course. If you had been thinking you could have gone there to change. Of course then he might have thought you were self conscious about changing in the room with him, and then he might have put the pieces to the very easy puzzle together and realized why changing near him was so uncomfortable for you. That could only lead to embarrassment and heartbreak.

Taking advantage of his absence, you did your best to finger comb your hair into something resembling a human style in the wicker framed mirror. The entire room was decorated in an old cat lady style you realized. Busily flowered wallpaper, a plethora of porcelain figurines, ruffled bead spread... which of course led you back to the bed. It was only a double you realized. Not even a full queen size. Two grown people, and Magnus was  very  grown, would have to stay quite cozy to sleep in it. Of course, most couples at a country bed and breakfast would not object to that. Unfortunately for you, this was not a romantic tryst with a lover but a misadventure during a routine drive back from a  court appearance in another jurisdiction. 

"You turn," your sunny partner said, sauntering back into the room with his robe open enough that you could see the light dusting of soft hair on his chest and long legs. You could not get out of there fast enough.

When you had settled yourself down with a pep talk in the bathroom you returned to the room determined to make the best of what was sure to be a long, sleepless night.

"So," you began, going for nonchalance and failing miserably you were sure, "this is cozy."

"Could be worse," he shrugged. 

"Oh?"

"At least there was someplace within walking distance. We could have been stranded in the car."

"Just because someone doesn't know how to drive in the rain..." you teased, loving that his face went red. It was always good when you could get a reaction out of him. He was normally so self assured, you often felt like a disaster in comparison.

"I swerved to his the rabbit!" he insisted, sticking with the story he had claimed at the time. "It's not my fault the side of the road was so muddy that the tires got stuck."

"Funny," you replied airily, "I didn't see any rabbit."

"Then it's a good thing you weren't driving," he told you superiorly.

You looked at him suspiciously. The red still tinting his face lead you doubt his tail, but you were magnanimous enough to let it go. Really, it could have much worse. You were both uninjured and the car, while not going anywhere without a tow, was relatively unharmed.

"So, left or right?" he asked, looking at the bed.

"Um..."

"It's not meant to be a brain teaser," he grinned at you.

"I can just sleep in the chair," you blurted out.

"Don't be ridiculous. We are grown adults. I am sure we can manage to behave ourselves for the length of the night. If you don't have a preference though, I will take the right side by the window. I get warm when I sleep."

Acting on his last words, Magnus untied the cord around his robe and tossed it onto the chair. Fascinated, you watched the ripple of muscle beneath the skin of his back and the way his boxer briefs hugged his peachy back side as he climbed into bed. 

Of course he could be dismissive about sleeping together, you thought despairingly. He was perfect, from his mop of curls to his boat sized feet and all that lay in between. Someone that divinely created would never be tempted by you, your overactive brain screamed at you. Sighing, you pulled your robe tighter about you, flicked off the light, and shuffled over to the bed.

Magnus had not been joking about being warm you realized as you lay down. You were on positioned yourself as close to the edge as you could, yet it still felt as though there was a furnace at your back. The awareness of him, coupled with the heat he was radiating, made you shift uncomfortably.

"You are ridiculously tense," he proclaimed, after you had tossed about for a few minutes.

"Generally speaking," you agreed, hoping he wouldn't suss out the cause.

"Here, roll onto your stomach," he said, voice brooking no refusal.

With an aggravated sigh you rolled so that your face was buried in your pillow, unsure why he thought this would be any better. As you settled in to your new position, the bed shifted and suddenly a very large, very heavy body settled onto you, straddling your upper thighs.

"What are you doing?" you gasped, trying to get up.

"Hush," he commanded, pushing your shoulders back down and beginning to rub your neck. "You need to relax. You are one gigantic knot! Most likely because of the accident. And because I was the one who caused it, though for completely humanitarian reasons of course, I should help alleviate it."

A million thoughts formed and fell apart in your brain as Magnus began working the knots in your neck with his gigantic hands. He was right, you were incredibly stiff, although for reasons other than the car accident, and his hands were magic on your heated flesh. Working his way downward, he tentatively pushed the robe off of your shoulders so that he could have better access to your skin.

"Is this alright?" he asked, voice betraying a hint of uncertainty that somehow made you feel better.

"Oh yesssss," you murmured, feeling the tightness release as he continued his way down your back. "You are very good at this."

"I made some money in college working at a spa," he confessed. "But you can NEVER tell anyone else at the station that. Okay?"

"Okay," you agreed. At that moment you would have agreed to anything he asked. His hands on you lower back, just above the dimple at your hip, were quite possibly the highlight of your life to date.

"That's what I like about you," he said softly, applying pressure to particularly to a particularly tight spot. "One of the things, I should say. One of many. You tease me sometimes, I mean, we tease each other, but not in the way the others do."

"You mean not for being beautiful?" you asked, not thinking of the words that were coming out of your mouth.

"Um... well, I wouldn't have put it that way," he gave a bark of laughter. "But you hear them. Ragging on my hair, or the fact that I still have a baby face. They find out I worked as a massage therapist, I'll never hear the end of it."

"Your secret's safe with me," you assured him, "as long as you don't stop."

Magnus worked in silence for a bit, teasing the knots out of your upper body with his heavenly hands. Once or twice you had a moment of embarrassment as they brushed against the side of your breasts, or low enough to almost graze your ass, but it all felt so heavenly that you didn't really mind.

"You really think I'm beautiful?" he asked after a bit as his palm worked down your spine.

"Of course you are," you mumbled, drifting off under his ministrations. "You're the perfect man. I've known that since the day I met you."

His hands stilled for a moment, then resumed caressing your back in slow circles. A small voice in the back of your mind told you you should be alarmed, but it was too far away, and you were too comfy. In complete contentment, you felt yourself drift off to sleep.

***

As you slowly awoke to consciousness like a diver resurfacing from a deep sea excursion, you thought that you had never in your life felt so relaxed. The muscles in your body, normally so knotted and tense, were loose and heavy. Well being suffused your whole body. The warmth behind you was firm but pliant, and a light sporadic breeze was drifting over your neck. You could not remember the last time you had slept so well. 

And then it came rushing back. The drive in the storm, the mad dash through the rain when it became clear that the car would not budge, the bed and breakfast, and Magnus. Magnus massaging your back and neck in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs as you lay beneath him on the small bed. Magnus, whos limbs were now a tangled mess with your own, and who's head was tucked into the crook of your neck behind you.

"Good morning," a fuzzy voice said, making you shiver as the air from his words hit the nape of your neck. 

"Um, morning," you gulped, trying to put together the end of last night. When you had begun to drift off, you had a feeling that you had said... something. Something you most defiantly should not have.

"None of that," he ordered, sounding stern.

"None of what?" you asked.

"Thinking. I worked far too hard last night getting you to relax to have you ruin it with that overactive brain of yours."

"Thank you for that," you said, swallowing.

"All my pleasure, believe me," he murmured, and you felt him smile against you.

"I doubt that," you said. "We should go see about the car."

To your great surprise, Magnus swore and hoisted himself up onto one elbow.

"Do you know," he said, voice aggrieved, "how damned frustrating you are?"

Stunned you rolled around to face him, hand clutching your robe together. His lips were pursed as he looked down at you, an exasperated expression on his face. 

"I am?" you asked, completely at sea.

"Absolutely! May ask you a question? Why do you think you were assigned to be my partner?"

"Chance?" you ventured.

"I am a senior detective. I outrank almost everyone else in the department, except Kurt and Anne-Britt. And I end up with the new girl?"

"Bad luck?" you tried again.

"It honestly never occurred to you that I requested you?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "That I went to Lisa and all but begged her to assign you to my car? To the point that she has been looking askance at me ever since?"

"You did? Why?" you were absolutely flummoxed.

"Because I liked you, you idiot!" he said, pulling at his blond ringlets. "I wanted a chance to get to know you before the other vultures swooped in. I thought if we spent enough time on stake out together, if you got to know me, that you might..."

"Might what?" you asked, properly confused.

"Might like me too," he said at last, flopping back onto the bed. "But you are the most confusing woman I have ever met! You stare at me -"

"Everyone stares at you, Magnus! You're gorgeous!" you interrupted.

"See, that's my point! You say things like that, you laugh at jokes I make that even I know aren't funny, you seem to like me..."

"I do like you!"

"But then you go all proper and by the book on me. You won't go out for a drink with me after work. You avoid me when I see you in town."

"I do not!" you insisted.

"The other night at the pub?"

"You were with that blond," you sulked.

"You did see me!" he said triumphantly. "That blond was my cousin. I was there hoping to run into you and she was my cover!"

"Seriously?" you stared at him.

"Would I make up something that humiliating?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "So when the car got stuck - and I swear, there was a rabbit - I figured it was my last shot. But I give up. I get it. You're not interested, and I can respect that... And I have just made an utter ass out of myself. I'm going to go take a cold shower. And then jump off a bridge somewhere."

You realized that you had been staring at him blankly, mouth hanging open and giving no indication of the thoughts racing through your mind.

"Magnus! Wait!" you cried suddenly, grabbing his wrist as he made to get out of bed.

He turned and looked at you, blush staining his cheeks. You swallowed and looked down, eyes going wide as you realized that his feet and hands were not the only large things on him, going by the bulge pressing for release in his briefs. You were fairly certain you made a noise that was not words in any language before dragging your eyes back up to his eyes.

"What?" he asked, voice sounding almost sullen.

"I like you too," you spoke the words quietly.

"What?" he asked again, eyes widening.

"I said I like you too," you repeated, a tentative smile tilting up the corners of your lips. "That's why I've been so by the book. If I gave myself even the smallest license around you I would never get any work done. I would just sit there and stare dreamily at you for hours. Or worse, throw myself at you and tear off your clothing."

"I wouldn't call that worse," he remarked.

"I don't go out for drinks with you because I fear letting my tongue loosen around you. I'm afraid I will tell you how you're all I can think about, and I would kill to be with you."

"You mean that?" he asked, beginning to smile in return.

"More than I've ever meant anything in my life," you told him.

"In that case," his hand moved to brush a stray hair out of your face and trace your lips with his thumb. "May I have your permission to kiss you?"

"You may have permission to do what ever you like!" you breathed, meaning it.

"Dangerous words, darling," he said in a dark voice that you felt to your toes.

Leaning in, he brushed his lips against yours. It was gentle at first, almost tentative. He nipped lightly at your lower lip and you gasped, opening enough to let his tongue slide into your mouth. After that, you were lost. At once coaxing and demanding, Magnus drew you into a kiss that set your body aflame. Your arm wrapped around his neck and you fulfilled your dream of burying your hand in his buoyant curls. His own hands were wandering over your body, teasing with the edges of the robe still encasing you.

Pulling away from your lips for a moment, Magnus lifted the cord of the robe and raised an eye at you in silent question. You smiled wantonly and nodded. With a growl, he tore open the tie and pushed the offending garment down your arms before pulling you back flush against him. The heat of his skin, all hard planes and taut muscles, seared into your bare flesh and you raked your fingers down his back. His kisses began trailing a meandering path across your jaw and down your neck, pausing to suck or nip as the went. Helpfully you tilted your head to one side to grant him better access.

"God, you have no idea how long I have wanted to do this," he groaned, rolling you onto your back and rising up to look down on you. "You are so beautiful. So smart and sexy."

"Please," you whimpered, tracing his torso with needy fingers. "Please don't stop."

"Oh, don't you worry about that!" he grinned lasciviously. "Unless you tell me to, I am all a go!"

Putting action to words, he was upon you again, taking one hardened nipple into his mouth to suck and torment with his tongue. While he distracted you thus, his hand slid down to glide over the satin of your undies. With a hitched breath you bucked up into his touch and he chuckled with sin. Deft fingers began running over your satin covered lips, teasing and pressing with great skill. When you began thrashing back and forth he gave a low purr and pulled the knickers down and off of you, tossing them to the floor.

"Perfect," he said again, eyes roaming over your body while you writhed beneath him. One long finger pressed against you, slipping within your folds and feeling how wet your were. Magnus hummed in pleasure, biting his lower lip as he slowly inserted the long, slender digit deep within you. "Oh yes, you are going to feel so good around me."

You tried to form words, but all that came out of your mouth were whimpers. With a predatory glint in his eye Magnus quickly shucked his boxers briefs and positioned himself between your thighs. Your knees came up to nestle him in closer and he rocked against you, rubbing the head of his cock through your damp folds.

"Are you ready?" he asked you, pupils blown and strain showing in his face.

You nodded twice, eyes big as they locked with his. Slowly, achingly slowly, Magnus pushed forward and slid into you. It was almost too much as he pulled back and pressed forward to work his way deep within your walls. A long, low groan escaped his lips and his head arched back as he finally bottomed out. You had never felt such stretch before and were grateful that he stilled a moment to let you adjust. When he finally began to move again within you, you discovered that he had more than just size in his favor. Magnus angled deftly to his every spot within you, while the course hairs at his base rasped against your pleasure center. Before long the room was full of the noise of sex - moans, gasps, and the slapping of skin on skin as he drove you both to the edge and over. Your name had never sounded as sweet to your ears as it did when Magnus shouted it in release.

It was some time later when you made your way, tottering a bit but supported by his strong arm around your waist, down the stairs to the counter to check out. The same young woman was working the counter (it was a family establishment) and from the sour look on her face she had heard your very vigorous activity some time before. You settled the account and, hand in hand, made your way to where a tow truck was in the process of pulling Magnus' car out of the muddy ditch on the side of the road.

"Magnus," you said sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him.

"Yes love?" he asked, bringing your hand up to kiss the back of it.

"I still don't believe you saw a rabbit," you said with a smirk. "But I have never been so happy for an non-existent animal before in my life."

@yespolkadotkitty @caffiend-queen @nonsensicalobsessions @hopelessromanticspoonie

[ellebabywrites]

The Supplier - In Exodus

Type : Oneshot (Part of The In Exodus Series) // Angst // Fluff // Smut // Cartel!au

Warnings : none

Author Note : FINALLY WE HAVE AN UPDATE !! I’m not going to lie, I’m super insecure about this because it’s been so long and I’m just second guessing everything, so feedback would just be really helpful to my soul sksksksks... I hope you enjoy lovelies !!

Everything had gone to plan for Kyungsoo. He’d achieved everything he had wanted to, accomplished all of his goals. He lived contently, sharing his modest farm only with a Border Collie named Hailey; a few chickens; horses and cows. Being the town of Exodus’ lead supplier of milk and eggs was always something he was proud of. Being the lead supplier for one of the biggest drug cartels in the country… less so.

No one suspected the sweet, quiet man; who rides into town with crates of produce and his dog smiling out of his truck, as being the root of all evil that plagues the once quiet town of Exodus.

Kyungsoo doesn’t like to talk about it. Pretending he’s nothing more than a simple farmer is a lot easier than facing the realities of his chosen life. Because that’s the harsh truth of it - he chose this. When an old friend came to him with the idea, he didn’t even consider turning it down; but now more than half of the town was riddled with crime; drugs ran through the streets like candy and cartels from all over the country were constantly fighting to come and get a taste.

Living so far out of town, isolated on the farm wasn’t just good for business, but also for maintaining his ignorance.

---

At 5:30 am sharp the roosters start crowing, forcing Kyungsoo awake from his slumber so he can get ready to start the day. Hailey is already in the kitchen waiting for her breakfast when he sleepily makes his way downstairs, rubbing the dust away from his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater.

“Okay Hailey, I’m here I’ll get your food,” the fluffy bundle of excitement bounced around at the sound of Kyungsoo pouring some of her kibble in a bowl, before getting himself some cereal. They mirror each other, as the pair sit and devour their meals.

It’s a Sunday, which means that it’s time for Kyungsoo to swallow his pride and go check on the supply. 6 days out of the week he can pretend that there’s nothing there; the back fields are empty and he has no business wandering back there; and thanks to cameras Chanyeol had installed, it didn’t hinder the business at all. Except for Sundays. Sundays Kyungsoo has to take the trek across the farm and take stock.

He delays as much as he can; taking extra care in tending to the animals for the morning. Mucking out the stables till they were pristine; making sure each individual hen was alright and collecting their eggs. By the time it comes to feeding, Hailey is impatiently dashing back and forth across the grounds.

“I know you like the walk Hailey, but I’m busy right now….. Don’t look at me like that, I’m not wasting time…. Okay maybe I am wasting a little time but c’mon…” The big dark saucers staring up innocently at Kyungsoo finally get’s him to relent; putting away the last of the feed and reluctantly walking to the back fields.

With each step Kyungsoo tosses away the willful ignorance he maintains for the rest of the week; he’s forced to take a look at what he’s become, what he’s apart of - whether he likes what he sees or not.

Hailey runs ahead on the path, stopping to sniff around the neighbouring plants to the ‘fields of evil’ as Kyungsoo likes to call them. She chases the birds and bathes in the warmth of the sun while Kyungsoo does his weekly check; ignoring the huffs and puffs that fall from her owners lips, used to his disdain but blissfully naive as to why anyone could hate such a beautiful part of the land.

“I wish I had your life Hailey,” Soo sighs, watching how his only company lounges so carelessly in the grass, completely innocent as to what the two were doing. “It’s all good here pup, let’s head back now okay?”

The walk back is far more enjoyable for Kyungsoo; being able to reattach the armor of denial to his soul as he, quite literally, puts his dealings behind him. The wind blew against his face in a way that feels like it’s washing the sin away from his face.

Don’t misunderstand, Kyungsoo has no issue with the drug itself. It’s natural; it’s relatively harmless; it’s good business, especially for someone like him. The real problem lies in the consequences his little business venture had had on the town he had once loved so much. It became infected with greed and want and impulsivity.

If people didn’t want a hit, they wanted in on the money. Kyungsoo’s tailor made euphoria had attracted other cartels from across the country, all wanting a piece of the action; a cut of the profits; control of the territory.

Exodus quickly replaced all the families, young and old, with groups of rowdy wannabees and snakes. The few innocents left lived as secondary concerns to the drugs. Police were swamped. Gangs grew more dangerous. People either lived in fear of violence or withdrawal.

It was all Kyungsoo’s fault. That’s how he felt at least. As the supplier, he had brought this on Exodus. He had opened Pandora’s box and now all he could do was hide out at the farm and pretend for 6 days a week that he was nothing but a simple farmer.

---

Breaking the usual peaceful silence Kyungsoo is accustomed to, a gleeful laugh fills the air, knocking Soo out of his thoughts and immediately putting him on guard. Rounding the corner at the edge of the stables, grabbing the nearest weapon (shovel) he can find, Kyungsoo takes slow steps towards the noise.

No one comes to the farm, especially uninvited, even his own members make sure to call first. A million thoughts race through his mind. Who is it? The police? A member of a rival group? Someone trying to steal a bag and get high? He’s been warned about a group called MX trying to make advances in Exodus as of late - could they have found him already?

“Oh you’re such a good girl huh, You can’t eat my hair though that’s where I draw the line,” The closer Kyungsoo got to where the horses were, the louder the sounds grew.

“What are you doing?”

Startled by his presence, you jump away from the spotted horse your were chatting to.

“Oh sorry, I-”

“What are you doing here?” Kyungsoo takes a tentative step forward, hand gripping the shovel tightly, unsure if he would actually go through with using it.

“I just saw the horses and-”

“You came up here? No one comes here.” His voice remained stoic and firm, making you feel uncomfortable with the growing tension. You didn’t have bad intentions, but he didn’t know that.

“Oh...really? But why, it’s so pretty here,” when his expression doesn’t change at your attempt to lighten the mood, you clear your throat start stuttering out an explanation. “I uh...I just saw the horses from the road and uh…”

“You need to leave.”

His eyes flicker back and forth between your own and the hem of your yellow dress dancing in the wind around your knees. The crease between his brows deepening with every passing second you remained still in front of him.

But before you can shrink away from his intimidating gaze and leave; Hailey comes running to your feet, bouncing up on her hind legs trying to coax your attention away from her owner. When you immediately drop to your knees and endulge the pup, Kyungsoo lets himself relax a little and release a deep sigh. He’s pretty certain that you’re nothing more than a harmless tourist who had naively wandered up to the farm, clearly enchanted by the animals; but he has a quarter bag full of product in his jacket pocket and even the thought of you finding out makes his palms sweat.

“Look..” his voice wavers watching the way you fuss and fawn over Hailey, and for some reason he feels an unfamiliar twinge against his ribs. “I’ve got lots to do today, I..I’m sorry but you’re going to have to leave.”

“Of course, I’m sorry for intruding,” standing up straight, you brush away the stray hairs flying into your face and start taking backwards steps away, “I..It really is a beautiful farm by the way!” Before you turn and move completely out of sight, you send Soo a shy wave goodbye, hoping that he wasn’t as upset as he looked at your presence.

---

Later that night, Kyungsoo tries to wash away the guilt he’s grown used to feeling after those weekly visits to the back fields. He showers and washes the debris out of his hair; brushing his teeth, trying to remove the bitter taste of regret from his mouth. All the while thinking of you…

How did she even get up here? No one’s come up here for so long, let alone someone as pretty as her…

“What..” His thoughts are interrupted by Hailey’s huffing across the room, “Don’t give me that look..” The pup tilts her head in apparent judgement, looking up at Soo with her big doe eyes. “I was just thinking about changing the horses feed this season… that’s all…”

---

A few days pass and eventually Kyungsoo is able to forget about the strange girl who had wandered onto his farm and had been occupying his thoughts. He’d  returned to the quiet, peaceful, reclusive life he had grown comfortable with.

Walking down the muddy pathway back towards the farm, Hailey trailing along at his ankles and a pair of empty milk crates thrown haphazardly into a wheelbarrow being dragged behind them; Kyungsoo wipes the sweat from the side of his face against his shirt.

Wednesdays are delivery days. He gathers all the courage he can muster; puts on a brave face and heads into town. If it wasn’t for the constant reminders of all the damage his little side business had done to Exodus, maybe he would actually enjoy these visits. But of course he doesn’t.

In the distance, Hailey spots you first; fiddling with your fingers and nervously rocking on the heels of your feet against the farm’s gate; chewing your bottom lip till it was swol.

“Hey! I’ve been waiting here for hours, I thought I’d missed you,” excitedly you run up to where Kyungsoo stood in shock at your sudden appearance. A red bow pinning back your hair and slight gloss over your lips, the peach tint to your cheeks illuminated by the golden hour light pouring through the trees above.

“Why are you here?” Cursing at himself for how harsh his words sound, Kyungsoo picks his chin back up and walks straight passed you, calling for Hailey to follow.

“I um.. I just moved into Exodus, you know the town that’s like, that way,” you turn quickly to follow him towards the farm, gesturing back down the road he had just came from.

“Why are you at my farm again?” Though a question, he made no effort to suggest he actually cared for an answer, quickening his steps as if trying to shake you off his tail.

“Exodus isn’t exactly a cheap place to live and I guess I overestimated just how far my savings would stretch,” chuckling nervously as you listen to yourself divulge your financial problems to a near enough stranger, you swallow dryly and run slightly ahead so you can confront him face on, “Look.. I’ve tried everywhere in town and no one is hiring, I remembered you from the other day and I thought maybe you could use some help?”

Kyungsoo watches curiously as you use your body to block his path and wide eyes stare up at him pleadingly; in that moment he feels his resolve melting slightly and allows his mind to indulge in the thought of seeing your face every day, but Hailey nosing at the bottom of his leg soon knocks him out of it, returning him to reality.

“I don’t need any help, sorry.” Once more he tries to walk passed your defeated self, biting back the small voice in his mind begging him to reconsider, but you’re too quick.

“Please! I..I work hard, I promise I won’t be any trouble...and I’m great with animals! I can do whatever you need I…” your outburst startles Soo, your desperation clear from how you start lowering yourself down to beg quite literally, on your hands and knees before him. “I really need this to work out, you’re my last hope…”

The small voice in his mind had grown considerably louder watching your face blush a deep plum colour in embarrassment, fingers interlocked and held out in front of him. ‘Give her a chance!’ ‘You could use the company!’ ‘She seems harmless and sweet, help her!’ But then of course the booming voice of his conscience shouts out reminders of the hidden secrets that the farm hides… could he really risk you getting involved with all that? Did he even want you to know about it? No.

You were the only person in the entire town that was left beautifully untouched by the darkness of EXO. He couldn’t be selfish… could he?

“Fine… come back tomorrow and I’ll see what I can do..”

---

Reluctantly, Kyungsoo kept to his word and the next day when he saw you skipping up the pathway to the farm, he racked his brain for bits and bobs you could help out with.

“Hi!” you wave excitedly when you see Soo walking out towards you, trying to ignore the line buried deep between his brows as he sizes you up. Dressed in cotton shorts and a baggy shirt, you know you must look terrible and you’re hoping that’s the cause of his expression, rather than how you keep showing up disturbing his peace.

“I’m ready to work, what’s first boss?”

---

Over the next few weeks you managed your way around the farm, never seeing too much of Kyungsoo, but managing nonetheless. At first he spent every day by your side, guiding you through every step of what would become your daily chores, making sure you got everything exactly the way he liked it; and then once he was sure you could handle it, he disappeared.

You didn’t mind too much though, the abundance of animal friends you had were more than enough to keep you company - but that didn’t stop you wondering about your allusive new boss.

Sometimes you’d catch a glimpse of him in the distance, working on his own chores with Hailey following closely behind, the same indifferent expression painted on his face. He moved on autopilot, never showing any kind of emotion when he sensed you near, as if he was keeping himself guarded like you could destroy him at any moment. He tended the fields; collected the harvest; made his deliveries before disappearing back into the farm house for the rest of the evening. Whenever you could catch a moment you tried your best to break the tension, cracking jokes and asking questions, anything to get more than five words out of him. You only managed to break his tough exterior a handful of times; your impression of the postman being the one that really got him to smile; before he bashfully retreated back to the cool persona you’d become all too familiar with.

Kyungsoo, still skeptical, kept his eye on you while you were at the farm. The small voice at the back of his mind still not totally convinced you weren’t somehow working with MX; not that you had given any indication whatsoever that you were secretly part of a rival drug cartel that is; he was just being cautious.

Yeah… Cautious… He’s just being cautious when he times up his chores so he can listen to you talking to the cows while you milk them; it’s a cautious chuckle when he watches you get chased around the yard by the chickens when you forget to drop all of the feed from your overall pockets. He’s being especially cautious when he does the books inside the stable office, rather than his kitchen, so he can watch you muck out the paddocks, fall into the bales and stand up with stray strands of hay littered throughout your hair. Kyungsoo is just a cautious guy. If anything he’s being responsible.

And the longer Kyungsoo can keep telling himself those lies, the longer he can go without facing reality. That with every lame joke; blushed cheeks; childlike awe and innocence - he falls more and more for you and there’s nothing he can do to stop it.

---

After a couple more weeks of denial and pining, Kyungsoo decides he’s had enough. He’s determined to knock down a few of the walls he’d built up when the longing to be close to you, talk with you, touch you; all becomes too much.

Before he even rounds the corner he can hear you talking gently with the hens ‘wow you ladies are so good! Look at all these eggs you’ve got for us today!’

“Hey stranger!” you call out, smiling brightly as he slowly makes his way over to you.

“Hey,” Kyungsoo mumbled back, as he sheepishly looked down at the basket of eggs you’d started collecting.

Almost on instinct, Kyungsoo starts putting more eggs into your basket. There’s an awkward silence as Kyungsoo wracks his brain for something, anything to say. Why didn’t he think this far ahead when he decided to do this?

“So…” he starts, you look up immediately in shock that he was actually trying to have a conversation with you, “What brought you to Exodus?”

“My mom died; my dad drank; I left. Same old story…”

You try not to think back on the days before Exodus. Sure, it wasn’t exactly paradise here, but to you anything was better than home. She’d been sick for a while; your mom; she was diagnosed with a Glioblastoma a little over a year ago. The tumor ate away at her body, her soul; taking everything that made her ‘her’ before she passed. When she finally found peace, your father hit rock bottom. He was always a heavy drinker,  but when your mom died he just went overboard; and then came the violence. A push here and there turned into a slap, which then turned into a punch. Purple bruises fade to a sickening green under your farm clothes, goodbye presents from him when you decided to leave.

Kyungsoo swallows dryly, immediately regretting opening his mouth, “I-I’m sorry..”

“It’s alright,” you wish he’d look up at you so he could see the gentle smile on your face, maybe then he’d actually believe you. But instead Soo keeps his eyes glued to the eggs, trying to make it as discreet as possible that he’d slowed down his movements, in an attempt to buy enough time for his confidence to show up.

“I like Exodus,” you say, smiling to yourself at the thought of your little flat in town.

“You like Exodus?” he questioned, not meaning for his voice to come out as loud as it did but not really minding too much when you giggle at his reaction.

“Yes! I love it here! The people; the scenery; the animals! How long have you lived here?”

It’s bittersweet for Kyungsoo; thinking back on the memories he has of the farm, of Exodus, before everything good was ruined.

When Kyungsoo was young, he moved into Exodus to live with his Grandmother on the farm. She was a small woman with wispy silver hair and eyes that smiled as bright as the sun. To anyone else she looked as fragile as glass, with a hunched back and frail fingers; but Kyungsoo knew she was strong. Working on the farm alone for years; tending the animals and collecting the harvests; she was a machine against all appearances. She was his favourite person.

She took him in and taught him everything he knows about the farm. If she could only see now what he’d done with his inheritance, he was sure that she’d be rolling in her grave.

“My whole life,” he answered quickly, not wanting to talk to much about the past, afraid it would break down the wall keeping his guilt at bay.

Luckily you saw he was reluctant to speak any more on the subject, quickly dropping any questions that were bubbling up inside of you in favour of drawing out a little more conversation.

“Oh, you must know all the hotspots ‘round town huh? I’ve been here a little over a month already and I still feel like a lot puppy,” you confess, not meaning for it to sound as pathetic as it came out and blushing at the realisation.

“I could show you around,” Soo felt the words race up his throat before he could swallow them down, “I mean if you wanted to…”

“I would love that,” you agreed bashfully, both turning your attention back to the coop of hens that you’d been distracted from.

After another moment of awkward silence, Soo uses up his remaining shreds of courage, “I could.. I could show you the lake tomorrow? It’s my favourite place in town...if you want”

When you glance up to see the blush painting his own cheeks, you no longer try to suppress your growing smile. Nodding along and smiling dumbly, watching Kyungsoo stutter a quiet ‘okay’ before taking the basket of eggs out of your hands and walking away before he throws up with nerves.

---

The next day you arrive at the farm bright and early, ready to work off the butterflies in your stomach that formed at the thought of spending time with Kyungsoo. Would you call it a crush? You suppose so. You find yourself looking for him constantly; feeling nervous when he’s around; yearning for any type of conversation that could tie you over till the next day. Your cheeks are rarely without a rose flush and you’ve lost a few too many ribbons trying to keep your hair somewhat decent throughout the day.

Yes you most definitely had a crush.

You however, were completely oblivious to the fact that Kyungsoo had been secretly harbouring feelings for you too. Not that he had made it obvious in any way that is. The stronger his feelings grew the more closed off he became. To Kyungsoo, you were perfection. The perfect mix of innocence and light, he had never met anyone like you before. He found your habit of talking to the animals adorable; the way you fill silences with bad jokes endearing; the way you weren’t discrete in any way when you watched him with curious eyes, nor when you tried to hide the blush on your cheeks when he looked back.

But you were too good. If anything the time you’d spent together in the last month or so had only proved that. Kyungsoo wanted so badly to keep you away from his life with EXO, to keep himself from falling too hard; but what was the harm in showing you around town a bit? He hadn’t heard you talk much about your life outside of the farm and besides, since having you around everyday it was harder for him to lie about not feeling so lonely.

“Soo!” You yelled out, he loved when you called him that. You waved overhead to further get his attention from across the yard, before running up to him. “I made us lunch, ya know, for the lake,” you let out shyly, holding up a basket filled with goodies.

Kyungsoo was too flustered to give a proper response, instead opting to take the basket from your hands and quietly suggesting the pair of you get going.

“Which, which way is it?” you giggle, watching Kyungsoo’s eyes widen when he realises that he hadn’t made any attempt to move.

“Oh, sorry it’s uh, just this way,”

Hailey watched the pair of you curiously; wagging her tail at the sight of you both stuttering over your words and giggling like nervous teenagers, impatiently waiting for her promised trip to the lake - but when Kyungsoo lets a giggle slip at his own mistake, Hailey quietens her whimpering not minding the wait.

The lake was even more beautiful than Kyungsoo had described; surrounded by trees and flowers blooming every colour of the rainbow. The water was calm and the reflection of the sun glistening on the surface was inviting, the grumbling of your stomach being the only thing stopping you running and jumping straight in.

Hailey ran ahead finding a spot beneath one of the trees, with the pair of you giggling at her excitement, following her lead.

“Let’s eat first shall we?” Soo asked, worried if he waited any longer then his own stomach would start making noises and there was no way he could deal with that embarrassment.

The two of you sat down in the spot Hailey had so kindly picked out, devouring the packed sandwiches and selection of nibbles you’d wrapped. You talk shyly about how beautiful the weather was and how cute Hailey looked rolling around among the flowers. It was an innocent type of awkward. Both hesitant with your words but at the same time not wanting the other to stop talking. Kyungsoo had laughed at the strawberry jam on the side of your lips, wiping it off with his thumb before he could think about it too much. You made him a daisy chain bracelet while he told you all about the latest mystery book he’s reading, not that you were paying too much attention, more focused on securing the frail stems around his wrist. He didn’t mind.

When you both got up to leave, even Hailey wasn’t finished witnessing the cuteness that was your ‘unofficial’ first date. She sprinted at your ankles, making you lose your balance and fall face first into the lake. Kyungsoo was mortified, dropping everything to try and help pull you out - but when you grabbed onto his outstretched hand you couldn’t resist pulling him in with you.

“I can’t believe you just did that!” He yells, the sound of your laughter drowning out his protests. When you don’t stop, head falling back with glee, Kyungsoo splashes the water around you.

“Hey!”

“You pulled me in!”

“Hailey tripped me!”

After a beat of silence, you both erupted into a fit of giggles, splashing and chasing each other around the bank like children high on a sugar rush. It was the most fun Kyungsoo had had in a long time; being able to let himself relax and just be himself with someone, he hoped the moment would never end.

Just as you were about to swim right passed him again Soo reached out to block your path, inadvertently forcing you to crash straight into his chest. He must have let his eyes wander down to the curve of your lips for just a split second, because in the next moment you have your hands placed firmly on his shoulders while your lips gently touch his own.

It takes 5 seconds before you realise that he’s not responding. He’s not responding and you’ve made a terrible mistake. You’re kissing your boss and he’s not doing anything.

“Oh my God…” you push yourself away from him with more force than you intended, letting a wave of water separate the two of you. Bringing your hands up to cover your face, you can’t bring yourself to look at him. “I’m so sorry..” you mumble against the palm of your hand, forcing yourself back to the waters’ edge, pulling yourself up so you can make a clean escape. Unfortunately your foot catches and your slip right back down.

Kyungsoo wants to move to help you. He wants to say something, ask you to stay. To go back in time just 5 minutes and have a do over. But he’s frozen in place, watching you stumble up the bank and grab your things, watching you run back down the path and out of his sight.

When he does finally regain control of his body it’s almost scary how quickly he lashes at the water, cussing under his breath at what he’d just let slip away.

---

Getting out of bed the next morning was torture. The last thing you wanted to do was go to work and have to face Kyungsoo after you’d so badly misread everything yesterday.

Somehow you managed to drag yourself to the farm but there was absolutely no way you could bring yourself to see Kyungsoo. So, you did the only rational thing you could think of, get as much done in the first few hours as possible then run off to hide in the fields till Soo had finished his deliveries.

That’s where you were when Hailey found you, pulling strands of grass absentmindedly.

“Oh hey Bub, what are you doing all the way out here?” You gently ruffle behind her ears when she walks right up to you, nosing for attention. “You wanna go for a walk girl? I could the company,” At the sound of that Hailey pipes up, running in excited little circles by your feet.

She runs ahead of you through the fields, stopping every few minutes to make sure you were still following her. It was adorable, and cathartic, taking a stroll with the ball of happiness that was Hailey; the warm breeze helping clear your mind.

Eventually you find yourself in an unfamiliar part of the farm, Hailey was wagging her tail as she led you in and out of the tall plants.

“What the hell,” you mumble, walking further into the garden. “Did you know this was back here Hail?” But the pup just kept walking.

You’re not an idiot, you know what this is; but why was it here? Did Kyungsoo know about this? If he does then what the fuck was he doing? A million different thoughts race through your mind the longer you walked around the unfamiliar place.

“What are you doing!?” Kyungsoo’s deep voice booms from over your shoulder, sending a chill up your spine so cold you daren't turn around. “What. Are. You. Doing,” he repeats.

Taking a deep breath you force yourself to face him, eyes wide and teary when you see the look he’s giving you. “Soo what is…”

“Who said you could come back here!” He cuts off your questions with a raised voice, ignoring the pang in his chest when your eyes start to glass over. “Hailey come here now,” she runs over to him immediately, leaving you standing alone in front of them.

“Can’t you just do your fucking job! Get out of here!” Kyungsoo sighs heavily, running his hand through his hair and turning his back to where you’re standing there, shaking.

He didn’t yell because he was mad...okay maybe a little, but only at himself. He just panicked, you weren’t supposed to see all of this, he didn’t want you to see. It was the one thing he was most ashamed of in his life, and you were the one person he never wanted to see him like that; and now he was shouting at you, watching tears fill your eyes.

When he did finally turn back around you were gone.

“Stop looking at me like that Hailey...you brought her up here,” she was looking up at him with such disappointment, he knew he fucked up, “yes I know I went overboard… just...let’s just go.”

---

“Just do your fucking job” he had said. That’s what had upset you most. “Do your fucking job” As if you hadn’t spent your every waking hour on the farm doing everything he had asked of you to near perfection. If that’s all he had to say then that’s all you would do. Your fucking job.

You went straight back to work, not bothering to try and hide away from him anymore, maybe it was petty but if he was going to shout at you about working then you’d make damn sure he saw you doing just that.

Making sure everything was perfect; animals fed; equipment put away; you didn’t even stop to talk with the animals as you got on with things, nor did you hum along with the birds that sang as you worked.

Kyungsoo watched you for the rest of the day, he felt guilty for snapping at you, guilty for why he snapped in the first place. Just as the two of you had started to get somewhere he had ruined it. You wouldn’t even look at him, let alone talk - he needed to fix this.

It was getting late and you were making your last rounds in the stables, checking the horses were okay for the night. One of the mares had somehow gotten into the wheat field and strands of the grass matted throughout her mane. You didn’t mind taking the extra time to clean her up, rather than give Kyungsoo another reason to complain about your work ethic.

When Soo notices the stable light still on he decides it’s now or never.

You’re untangling Zoey’s braids, pulling out grass and brushing it back down again. Kyungsoo sees you flinch when he approaches but still you won’t look at him. He wants you to say something because he has no idea how to start. But you don’t, only turning to leave when he steps closer.

“Wait, wait Y/N please,” his voice is small but it makes you stop. Not that you’d admit it but you hated the tension brewing between you both today, after weeks of falling for him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… I didn’t mean to shout earlier… please just look at me again Y/N,”

Your eyes are already glassy and your bottom lip is held tightly between your teeth when you turn to face him. You look so hurt he thinks, how could he let himself get so angry before?

“I… didn’t want you to see that… I don’t want you to see that part of me. It’s not something I’m proud of and I don’t want you to think of me that way,” he explains nervously. Will you run? Will you hate him? Will you ever be able to look at him like you did the day before again? Oh my god he’d completely forgotten about what happened at the lake.

Hesitantly he steps forward reaching out and cupping the side of your face, having to stop himself from retreating back when you freeze under his touch.

“I don’t want you to think I’m this horribly evil person… not when I think you’re the most perfect, beautiful human being I’ve ever met… I don’t want to scare you away…”

Not sure how to react to his confession, you just look up at him trying to read if he really means what you think he means so you don’t end up embarrassing yourself again. Could he actually like you? Crushes never like you back... yet here he was, cupping your cheek and looking at you like you were everything.

“I would never think that you know,” closing the gap between you with a single step, you lean further into his touch, as if giving him permission. His lips are chapped and uncertain. Moving against your own gently just in case he had misread something, only pushing for more when you grip onto the fabric of his shirt, anchoring his body to your own. After a second you reluctantly pulled away, foreheads pressed together while you both tried to collect yourselves.

He really just kissed you… that means he likes you...right? He’s looking at you like he likes you… and he kissed you like he likes you… so..so he does, right?

“I really like you,” can he read your mind now? “Please like me back.” I guess not.

“I like you very much Kyungsoo, very very much.” The second - well, third - kiss was even better than you could have imagined. Passionate and needy as all the walls that had been building up between the two of you, finally came crashing down; his fingers threading through your hair and your arms wrapping around his neck, too scared to let go incase it was all a dream.

“You should stay here tonight, it’s far too late for you to be walking back into town now,” Kyungsoo knows full well you walk home at this time every single day, but he can’t help but want to keep the moment for a little longer, if not for just one night.

---

The farmhouse is dark when you both stumble your way inside, the warm interior a stark contrast to Kyungsoo’s cold persona, but somehow still making perfect sense. Neither of you turn on the light, instead just standing in front of each other, trying to figure out what to do next.

Even in the darkness you know that Kyungsoo is looking at you, you always know. His eyes burn your skin with such intensity that it gives you chills; even when he tries to make his stolen glances discreet, you can always feel him.

“What is it?” You ask with a nervous giggle, you feel so conscious under his gaze.

“It’s just..you’re beautiful,” He has no idea where this sudden rush of confidence has come from, but seeing you standing right there, he suddenly wants to confess everything he feels. He wants to tell you about all the times he’s had to stop himself from staring too long at your lips, or how they’re just as incredible as he’d imagined. He wants to tell you about every sinful thought that ran through his mind late at night, long after you’d left and how he’d wished so badly for you to touch him.

He feels the heat crawling up his neck as those thoughts rush to his mind, he’s held back for so long, now that the barrier is broken he doesn’t want to wait anymore.

And as if you could feel his desire through the air, you both rushed towards each other, in a clash of teeth and tongue your bodies melded together in a haze of lust and impatience. His hands move down to grip your hips firmly, not enough to hurt, just enough to keep you close.

When you pull on his neck slightly Kyungsoo gets the message and hoists your thighs to hook around his waist, the new angle making it easier for you to kiss him and him to move you to the bedroom.

You don’t even realise you’re in a different room till you feel the soft sheets below you, Kyungsoo prying open your legs so he can slide between them while leaving hot kisses on the side of your neck.

“Is this okay?” He asks, fingers dancing up your thighs insufferably slow. You whisper a quick ‘yes’ before going back to kissing him.

“What about this?” you feel his hands toying with the elastic of your panties, the burning fire in his eyes never leaving you own, watching how your face, your body, reacts to his movements. When you feel him press firmly on your clit through the thin fabric, you can’t help the way your breath stops.

“Is it okay if I do this?” He’s teasing you now. Sliding down your pliant body till his face is level with your heat; slowly pulling the cotton panties down your legs, exposing yourself to him. “So beautiful,” he whispers against your skin over and over.

You’d slept with people before, shared those intimate moments with one or two ex boyfriends in the past - but never have you felt the love and passion that came with sleeping with Kyungsoo. His touch. His kiss. The way his hips rolled into yours at an excruciatingly slow pace but hitting all the right spots inside of you. His eyes never leaving your face, lips never leaving your skin. One hand wrapped behind your back to keep you as close as possible while the other rubbed dangerous circles on you clit. It was perfect.

He loved the way your skin glistened with sweat as your hips desperately bucked up for more; the way your hand moved down and squeezed his ass with every thrust; the way your eyes squeezed shut and mouth fell open when you finally let yourself give in to him.

---

“I’m sorry Hailey I got distracted,” Kyungsoo was trying his best to whip up some late breakfast, leaving you to sleep for a bit longer in bed. In the midst of everything that had happened the night before, he had forgotten that Hailey had been shut out of the bedroom and had to sleep alone downstairs.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he says, giving the pup a stern look, “but don’t go chewing up her shoes just because you spent the night on the couch okay? I like her.. More than like her I think, even if she can’t milk a cow to save her life.. I like her and I know you like her too,” Hailey responds with a bark in agreement, liking the happy energy coming him.

“In my defense, it’s just Daisy that doesn’t let me milk her and I’m 90% sure it’s because she doesn’t like me!”

You’re standing against the door frame, hair tied back messily, wearing Kyungsoo’s button down shirt from the day before, a flustered blush on your cheeks and smile tugging on your lips after hearing his words.

“Daisy likes you!” Kyungsoo tried to reason, turning back to the pancakes in an effort to hide his growing smile and flustered cheeks; but that had only left his back exposed and when he felt you wrap your arms around his waist and cheek press against his shoulder blade in a back hug, well he might have just died a little bit.

“Daisy would sell me for half an apple with zero hesitation!”

It feels strangely normal to sit at Kyungsoo’s breakfast table, eating overdone pancakes and talking about the day. It feels even stranger that it doesn’t scare Kyungsoo. Having you so close, letting you in; when he watches you fuss over Hailey while simultaneously trying to keep her from jumping up and stealing your pancakes - he’s not scared anymore. He only feels love.

A phone ringing in the other room rips him out of the new found comfort. It’s his ‘work’ phone, meaning it’ll be the Boss, meaning something is very wrong. Kyungsoo excuses himself quietly and you can tell from the way the smile vanishes from his face that something is up.

“Hey,” out of earshot Soo answers the call, afraid of what he’s about to hear.

“Something’s happened. We need to meet at the farm today.” Junmyeon’s voice is stern and cold on the other end of the line. It means this is serious.

“Is everyone okay?”

“Baek’s hurt, not too bad but enough. MX are moving in and we need a plan, we’re on our way to you now.”

“Okay I’ll be ready, see you soon.” When he hangs up the call, the sound of you cooing at Hailey reaches his ears through the halls and Kyungsoo curses.

You can’t be here.

“Uh Y/N, I’m really sorry but I need you to leave.” He looked panicked and it left a sour taste in your mouth.

“Is everything okay? What’s going on?” Just by looking at him you could tell something had spooked him. He was stiff and cold, eyes refusing to meet your own and he seemed as desperate as anything to get you to leave.

“Everything’s fine just..please leave.”

“I’m not leaving till you tell me what’s wrong Soo, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“It’s a...work problem.”

“Great I work here, how can I help?” You know what he’s trying to imply but you can’t leave,  not when he looks so shaken and not when you’d just gotten him to open up.

“Y/N…” Kyungsoo sighs in exasperation, you really were relentless.

“Look, you do what you need to do and I’ll take care of the farm. It’s business, I understand Soo, really.”

Without a word, Kyungsoo walked over and gently kissed your forehead before retreating back into the other room. He didn’t like the idea of you being here with the rest of EXO, but if he was being honest then he didn’t like the idea of you leaving any more.

With a deep breath, you quickly got yourself changed and headed out to work. You weren’t entirely sure what Kyungsoo’s other ‘business’ entailed, but you figured that it would probably mean he would be busy for the rest of the day. Which must have been right as Hailey opted to spend the day with you for a change.

---

“Well well, who are you and why don’t I know your name?”

You’re in the middle of leading some of the horses back into the stables when an unfamiliar voice calls out from behind you. You turn to see three men walking up the path of the farm, the one who’d shouted out earning a shove from the shorter of the trio.

“I’m Y/N, can I help you guys?” The taller one smirks at your offer, finding amusement in the causality of your question.

“Where’s Kyungsoo?” The shorter man asks flatly, clearly not as amused with the situation as the other two seem to be, much to your confusion.

“He’s a bit busy at the moment, is there anything I can do?”

“You could give me your number gorgeous and we cou-”

“Knock it off Sehun!” Kyungsoo shouts, quickly making his way over to the four of you, “Don’t talk to her like that.”

“Well don’t keep such a pretty face all to yourself then,” Sehun jokes, sending you a wink to further annoy the others.

“Enough.” The shorter man, Minseok you later learn, orders tiredly. “We’re meeting the others in town, get your stuff.”

“You’re leaving?” You don’t want Kyungsoo to leave, as much as you’re trying to pretend to be fine with everything, the idea that he was somehow caught up in the very obvious drug problem in Exodus was more than a little worrying - especially when he seemed so bothered by it himself.

“I have to... “ Soo could tell you were trying to hide your worry and he felt himself waver for a second. But Exo need him and the safest place for you during all of this would be the farm, even if it meant leaving you there alone. “Stay here while I’m gone, watch Hailey for me?”

Blocking the other three men’s view of you, Soo stands in front of you and cups your face lovingly, it felt like a goodbye and you didn’t like it. He leaned down to give you a gentle kiss, looking you in the eyes when he whispered ‘I’ll be back soon.’ How long that would be, you didn’t know.

---

It had been weeks. Not a word from Kyungsoo, or any of Exo for that matter.

In the time you’d had alone at the farm, you’d done your research on the group and their role in Exodus. It shocked and scared you sure, but you knew Kyungsoo and nothing could change the feelings that had blossomed over your time together. If anything, the new found knowledge was making you feel more concerned for him. Was he safe? Was he hurt? Was he ever going to come back?

Each day you woke up in Soo’s bed; did your daily chores; walked Hailey - hell, you even went as far as keeping checks on the supply just incase anything went wrong. Every night you spent hours sat in front of the living room fire, pretending to watch whatever rerun was playing on the television; Hailey at your feet, doing just as bad a job at not watching the door.  

“He’ll be home soon Hailey, don’t worry” you were absolutely not projecting your worries onto the dog…. She was just very anxious. “They probably have lots of stuff to get through, that’s all…”

Hailey had gotten used to your rambling about Soo by now. Accepting the way you would talk about your feelings as if they were her own, your worries were hers, your hopes were hers. It comforted you.

But when you sleep in an empty bed every night with only the sounds of the growling winds outside in competition with Hailey’s snoring - you just want him to come home.

---

Heavy rain pounds against the windows of the farmhouse, that and a mix of late night tv soon lulled you to sleep on the red sofas. Hailey on the floor beside you and a half eaten sandwich left on the coffee table. That’s how Kyungsoo finds you.

He quietly slipped off his soaked coat, wincing at the pain in his shoulder from the events of the last few weeks, a mix of purple and green bruises painting his skin. He’s tired and the sight of you curled up on the sofa, face illuminated by the dwindling fire is more of a welcome than he could have ever hoped for.

“Good girl Hailey,” he whispers at the pup, keeping her calm so he could get to you without waking you up. God all he wants is to hold you, kiss you, tell you how much he’d missed you and hope you say the same; but you look so peaceful he daren’t wake you.

“Thank you for waiting my love,” he says softly, letting his fingers play with the ends of your hair gently before giving into temptation completely and joining you in lying down. Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest, almost as holding you was physically grounding him in the moment, reminding him that everything was going to be okay.

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Denial Can Be a Two-Sided Thing

Title: Denial Can Be a Two-Sided Thing

Author: OfSnakesandCentaurs

Rating: T

Event: @khrrarepairweek

Prompt: Sun Day (Isekai AU/Shocking, Hilarious Reveals)

Summary: The journey to realize one’s feelings is never an easy one, and you might find yourself being the last person to find out.

Tags/Warnings: Cursing

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For two very, very smart people, Haru and Hayato weren’t that great in being inconspicuous.

They liked to claim otherwise, but they’re both people who wore their emotions on their sleeves, and weren’t the subtlest when it came to their actions. 

And it was even more funny when it turned out they were the last people to find out about their feelings for each other.

I. Yamamoto

Yamamoto likes to think that he’s pretty close to the hot-headed Storm Guardian. 

That didn’t mean they always get along, but he had become surprisingly adept at reading what’s in the silver-haired Italian’s mind, even when he was still very much dense about other things.

As a result, he had his first suspicion when Gokudera nearly blew up a guy for making inappropriate comments about Haru.

They were hanging out with the girls and the kids, simply walking down Namimori and enjoying the day. Gokudera had grumbled a bit when he was dragged along, but he didn’t seem to mind that much.

For a while, Yamamoto had thought that nothing would happen.

And then some guy just had to go and ruin it. 

“Looking good, babes. Especially you, Ms. Ponytail.” A guy walking the opposite direction cat-called, winking in Haru’s direction. The girls visibly flinched, and although they tried to smile, Yamamoto could tell that they were uncomfortable as they scooted closer to each other.

Yamamoto clenched his fist, and was about to say something to bring the mood up when he heard Gokudera clicked his tongue beside him. 

“Excuse me, Juudaime, but I just remembered I have something to take care of.”

“Huh? Oh, ok, Gokudera-san. See you later.”

Gokudera smiled brightly at Tsuna, but somehow Yamamoto could tell that there was something hiding behind that smile. Something just waiting to explode. So as the silver-haired Italian walked off, Yamamoto couldn’t help but worry.

“Sorry Tsuna, I just remembered I have something to do to.” 

He ran to catch up with Gokudera, whose face was becoming darker and darker with fury as he headed in the direction of the guy.

“Ma, ma, Gokudera, calm down.” He waved his hands around, but Gokudera didn’t notice him at all and began to get some of his dynamites out. “Come on, let’s not do anything drastic here-WAIT WHERE ARE YOU PUTTING THOSE?!”

“THAT’S FOR MAKING INAPPROPRIATE COMMENTS YOU FUCKING PERVERT!”

II. Bianchi

Bianchi knows love more than anyone, so she could safely say that she was the first person to notice the signs. Sure, they argue more than what was necessary, but if you ask her opinion she would say that there’s undeniably some kind of tension there.

That thought only solidified when she saw Haru taking care of her dear brother.

“Thank you for doing this, Haru.”

“No problem, Bianchi-san. I was in the neighborhood anyways.” The brunette smiled as wiped some of the sweat off Hayato’s face.

It all started when Hayato came to the Sawada’s house looking for Tsuna, put he was met with Bianchi instead. And to no one’s surprise, he fainted the moment he saw her face. Normally, she would stay and take care of him, but she was due to go on an errand with Mama.

Luckily, Haru was nearby (probably also looking for Tsuna) and she was roped into looking after Hayato. She didn’t object, which was surprising to Bianchi. Not to say there wasn’t some initial objections, but she agreed faster than Bianchi thought.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” Bianchi asked. “My brother can be a handful.”

“Don’t worry, Bianchi-san. I can handle things here.”

The pink-haired girl nodded and walked towards the door. She trusted Haru, after all, she was a good girl. As Bianchi neared the exit, she couldn’t help but glance back one more time, and saw Haru smiling down at Hayato while moving some stray hairs from his face.

Yup, there was definitely something there.

Now to get them together.

III. Kyoko

Kyoko never gave the idea of Gokudera and Haru possibly liking each other any thought. After all, from what she could tell, they absolutely cannot stand each other. And yet, something happened that made her question it.

They had just been at La Namimorine, and was on their way home. Kyoko was laughing and talking, but quickly stopped when she noticed that the brunette wasn’t by her side.

She swivelled her head to see Haru’s eyes glued onto a shop window. Cocking her head to one side in confusion, she walked over to see what Haru was looking at.

“A leather jacket?” Kyoko asked. “Why are you looking at that, Haru-chan?”

“Hahi!” Haru jolted. “Kyoko-chan! Sorry, did I get distracted?”

“It’s ok. Were you thinking about buying that?”

“Haru doesn’t know. It’s not for Haru.”

“Oh? Who’re you planning to buy that for?”

The brunette turned away abruptly, her cheeks flaring a crimson shade. She mumbled something that Kyoko couldn’t make out.

“Ano, what did you say Haru-chan?”

“Gokudera-san.” She quietly muttered, but it was enough for her to be able to hear it. Kyoko blinked in surprise.

“Hehh? Is that so? I didn’t expect that.”

“D-don’t get Haru wrong! It’s for his birthday!” Haru waved her hands around frantically.

“Really? Is his birthday coming up? I never knew.”

“Bianchi told Haru. Haru still doesn’t know if she should get him anything, he’s so rude to her.” Haru harrumphs, but then her voice softened. “But then again, Gokudera-san did give Haru that sketchbook she wanted on her birthday.”

Kyoko watched Haru, a smile appearing on her face. She remembered that sketchbook, the brunette had fawned over it for days. 

“Maybe you should, it certainly fits that bad boy look he has going on.”

“But Haru doesn’t even know his size!” She exclaimed. She gave the jacket one more look before turning away. “You know what? Maybe not, maybe Haru will find something else. Let’s go home Kyoko-chan.” Haru walked ahead of Kyoko.

The brown-haired girl gazed at the jacket and smiled wider before catching up with Haru.

IV. Reborn

Reborn would like to call bull on every single person who claimed that they saw the signs first because he was undoubtedly and unquestionable the first person to know about it. Hell, he even knew about it before they began to act even remotely civilized towards each other.

It was the usual chaotic day at the Sawada household. Lambo annoying Gokudera as the silver-haired Storm Guardian chased after the five-year-old. Haru was also joining the chase, shouting for Gokudera to “stop bullying Lambo.” 

When it inevitably ended with Lambo crying, Haru scooped him up and began reprimanding Gokudera, which quickly turned into a full-blown argument. Now, for any normal human they would see it for what it is. An argument. 

But Reborn saw more than that. He saw the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of Gokudera’s lips. He saw Haru’s eyebrows scrunching up in anger, but also saw the tiniest blush on her cheeks. And most importantly, he saw their eyes, the way they looked at each other.

Cautious, maybe some annoyance, but there was curiosity and some interest.

Ah, they were being so obvious.

“What are you smiling about Reborn?”

“None of your business, Tsuna.”

“Heh, that’s creepy.”

That remark earned Tsuna a smack.

V. Hayato/Haru

Hayato didn’t know how he was roped into walking the damn woman home. It was Reborn who requested, almost demanding, it and even Juudaime had agreed, saying that it was dangerous for a girl to walk alone at night.

He could agree with that, he might not be able to stand her, but that didn’t mean he wanted something to happen to her. And the walk had been silent so far, something he was grateful for, as he could still hear her loud voice ringing in his ears.

“Ano Gokudera-san?”

“What?” He said gruffly. Haru frowned, but astonishingly she didn’t blew up.

“Haru heard that your birthday was coming up.”

“Ha? Who told you that?”

“Bianchi-san did.”

Hayato furrowed his eyebrows, unsure of what she wanted. “So?”

“Are you doing anything?”

“Probably not,” he snorted. “It’s just another day to me.”

“Hahi! How could you say that? A person’s birthday is important! It’s the day you’re born!”

“So what? It’s not like I’ve had many good memories of my birthday.”

That put a damp mood on the conversation as Haru’s eyes widened. She saw that he was trying to act nonchalant, but the sight of his eyes looking downcast told her otherwise. But she didn’t know what to say, so she kept silent.

They kept on walking, the awkward silence descending on them like a curtain. Hayato bristled, the silence affecting him more than he realized. 

“Why did you want to know anyways?” He couldn’t take it anymore and asked.

Haru snapped her head up. “Huh? Oh, Haru just want to know when she should bring the present.”

“You got me something? Geez woman, you shouldn’t have.”

“Why not? Gokudera-san gave Haru that sketchbook on her birthday, it was only fair for Haru to give something back.”

“Oh...right...that.” Hayato cursed his face for becoming red against his will for some unknown reason. “Did you like it?”

“Yes, Haru did! Haru has been inspired lately, and the sketchbook is very useful!”

“That’s good.” He couldn’t stop the grin from appearing when seeing her acting so upbeat. “Listen, if you want, maybe we can do something tomorrow. N-not just the two of us, of course!” He frantically said when he saw the flabbergasted look she gave him. “With everyone! I don’t know, just something small.”

“That’s perfect!” She smiled. “Maybe Bianchi-san can make you a cake!” She didn’t notice the way his face blanched and become deathly green.

“Yeah yeah,” he grumbled, but the grin was still there. “Just don’t give me something weird, stupid woman.”

“Hahi! It’s not weird!! And Haru’s name is Haru, not woman!”

As usual, they began arguing after that, but now more aware of that strange, inexplicable feeling blooming inside their heart.

Well, it was a start, at least.

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Cruel Is His Love

pairing; Seokjin/OC

genre; fantasy, love/hate, fae!Seokjin, smut, mild angst words; 6,870 rating; explicit

— synopsis; Seokjin is the crown prince of the winter court, a court known for its cruelty and stone cold grip on emotions. Every 50 years the winter court and summer court gathers to a celebration of the treaty and the night of the Starfall. And this time things go a little differently, when the crown princess of summer, Athea, decides to play a new sort of game with the crown prince.

contents; creampie, rough sex, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, 

The throne room of the winter court was unusually cold. It was carved into the mountain, towering above the world with an icy glare ordained with a crown of ice and snow. Icicles grew from the ceiling in deadly spikes, some clear, some crystal white and others various shades of blue. Columns shot from the stone floor and disappeared into the icy sky, only a faint hint of arches visible if you looked close enough.

The room was decorated with sculptures of ice, with pale flowy fabrics that moved in the wind, with flowers of cold and snow. And between all the colours that belonged to The Winter Court were the brightness of The Summer Court, with all their colourful fabrics.

The two courts would not usually intertwine, the feigned friendliness a byproduct of the truce between the two that was agreed upon thousands of years ago. The truce, however, never meant the two courts had to like one another or give up the disdain towards the other. What it did mean was the gathering at one of the courts once every 50 years upon the night of Starfall.

Seokjin sat on his throne beside his father's, his smaller but no less beautiful and no less frightening. It was made of iron and ice, it was cold and sharp and vicious just like the ones who sit upon them. All in all, Seokjin was his father's son, but where his father was sharp Seokjin was soft.

With boredom the crown prince glanced around the room, eyes ghosting over the arrival of nobles who were presented before the throne with bows and appraisals. Even though he had never experienced the war, the fragile and faux peace made him long for it. At least then something exciting would happen.

The room hushed, nobles of The Winter Court parting for the bright colours of The Summer Court, eyes following the king, his queen and the one Seokjin wanted to see the least - the one he wanted to see the most- the crown princess in all her glory. She was breathtakingly beautiful with hair of obsidian, skin of/like? ebony with the faintest warm glow beneath, eyes of deep emerald and a soft smile that was lethal. Princess Athea took the room as Seokjin took the room? She drew eyes towards her and kept them.

Seokjin remained cold as ice, just as The Winter Court was famous for. A restraint on emotions so tight other fae were unsure if they even felt. A mask of ice and stone.

The king of Summer bowed for the king of Winter as customary, followed by his queen who bowed even lower, and then the princess who’s golden crown caught the light of the candles and shone like the sun of summer. She smiled at the king.

“You grow evermore beautiful Princess Athea,” his father spoke with cold precision.

“Thank you Your Majesty,” Athea voiced warmly, a smile that could very well be a smirk upon her red lips. “And your lands grow evermore cold, I fear I shall need to wear fur the next time I will come.”

A soft tinge of laughter ran through the room, the nobels eating up her words as if they were sugared fruits. It was a lie or as close to a lie as fae could come. The Winter Court grew neither warmer or colder.

And then her eyes slit to him, and that strained clutching of his heart overcame him once more. Vines of thrones wrapped around it grew from his heart and out into his body. She knew, of course, she knew. Oh, how he hated her.

Athea followed her father to the side of the summer court, a clear divide spit down through it, with one side of winter in their cold colours of grey, blue, white and black, ordained with silver and iron, and the summer side with reds, greens, purples and yellow, ordained by gold and flowers.

The king of ice stood from his throne, demanding the attention of all fae and creatures in the room. “It has been two millennia since the war, since the signing of the treaty. Two millennia of peace.” He spoke with adamant. The king of ice was never one for speeches, never one for celebrations. He was a man like his title, a man of ice so cold it never melted. “Let the celebrations begin!”

Music poured into the room, filling every gap, travelling up the columns and settled between the spikes of ice. The two divided sides slowly began to mingle, colours and lack there off swirling together into a beautiful painting.

And there, in the middle of the dance floor, was the princess summer in a dress so crimson it stood out from all other colours. Athea danced with all that bid her to it, with her father the king, with the sons of generals, with lords and counts. But even though she danced with promising men, her eyes always flickered to him and his subconsciously always sought out hers, whether he meant to or not. Always content with sharing a contempt filled glare with her. It was madness.

Seokjin clenched his jaw. He could almost feel her warmth, her touch and it drove him mad. Every Starfall since the first time the both of them were allowed to attend, he felt his heart drum faster when he saw her, stronger, -no, not stronger, more fragile. And every time they’d play this game of chased glances, of clashes between eyes, of words that were never what they were said to be.

Namjoon arrived by Seokjin’s side with a glass of dark liquid that the prince took without question, letting the bitter liquid linger on his tongue in an attempt to rid it of the poisonous words that lingered there.

“You’d think they’d wear more clothe when coming to the lands of winter,” Namjoon remarked quietly enough for only Seokjin to hear. Fae was easy to piss off, on both sides.

“You say that every Starfall when they come here,” Seokjin noted to his friend and advisor. “We wear just as light clothing as they do.”

“ We are accustomed to the temperature, they are not.”

“Is that why you decided to swim in the lake of sapphire last Starfall?” Seokjin commented with cold amusement, which was the most emotion he’d allow himself to show. Namjoon took a swing of wine, scratching his neck in mild embarrassment. “You were sweating like a pig getting roasted.”

“It was warm and the mermaids were very persuasive,” Namjoon countered.

“And you were drunk.”

“And I was drunk,” Namjoon shamefully agreed. It had been a mess that took 12 years to overcome. For 12 years Namjoon had not been allowed to speak in court, which was by far the most damning punishment when he was Seokjin's advisor. Seokjin had not been pleased and the king even less.

His eyes fell to the twirl of red and glint of gold, where his Crown Princes’ eyes had never left. “She has a long line of suitors,” Namjoon noted. “The Jeon boy seemed the biggest competition, being the son of the general and advisor.”

“The princess would eat him alive,” Seokjin remarked bitterly, taking another mouthful of wine.

“Hmm… They seem like equals, perfect for each other,” Namjoon mused unknowing how much it made Seokjin want to throw the glass at him and let it shatter into bloody tears of his golden skin. Instead, Seokjin buried the feeling in ice, hiding it deep within the frozen solid lake hidden inside of him.

If they were perfect for each other, then Seokjin wouldn't feel as if his heart were held within a firm, burning clutch. If they were perfect for each other, Seokjin wouldn’t feel as if his veins were burning. He wished they were perfect for each other, then it wouldn’t mean him feeling as if the sun itself were lit within his being. He hated it. He longed for the days of emptiness. No, Seokjin thought, she’d eat him up alive.

“The king should propose she’d wed a child of the winter court,” Namjoon continued to muse. Seokjin's eyes shot to him with dangerous precision, sharp as a blade and ready to cut. He took a step back and bowed his head in submission. “Ah, I said that loudly. I apologize, my prince.”

“You know very well such a proposition could bring war, the peace is already fragile as it is if they think we’d try and meddle in their affairs…” Seokjin let the words hang in the air, twisting into shapes of death and destruction. The courts should be kept separate, never to interfere with the politics of the other courts, never to be entwined more than necessary. If they were to marry a child of winter into the summer court, to the future queen no less, it would be seen as interference, as an attempt to overtake the other court.

As much as he longed for war, peace was much better for his people.

“A moment of insanity, my prince,” Namjoon reassured.

“Make sure you keep that ‘insanity’ of yours in check,” Seokjin cut with his voice.

Then red and gold caught his attention, followed by a bright smile that was almost a smirk, almost cutting. Princess Athea strolled towards the prince, her dress dancing in the wind, golden shimmer around her eyes catching the light. She stood before him, inclining her head in greeting, before looking up with mischievous eyes. Always so mischievous. She was a fox and everyone else were hens.

“I believe you promised me a dance since our first Starfall,” She said, her voice a melody more beautiful than any other melody he had ever heard. He hated that voice. He hated those lips of delicious poison. Hated those eyes of sly cunning. “I fear if you reject me once more, I’ll have to take it as an insult.”

“We can’t have that,” Seokjin said sternly, face showing no emotion, nothing of the turmoil hiding beneath his skin. He stood and took her hand, leading her towards the middle of the dance floor, nobels parting for them.

Athea twirled around the dance floor, her dress blooming around her like a rose in spring, then ended the twirl in Seokjin’s arms, so unbelievably close. Now, for the first time, she smirked up at his mask of stone, lips sharp as any blade, poised and poisonous. She smelled of summer, of green grass and summer rains, of blossoming flowers and the very sun. It filled his nostrils until he wanted to wretch.

The music flowed through them in a pulsating rhythm, beckoning them to move with it’s luring sound, they were puppets to it. Athea’s eyes remained on Seokjin whose eyes were fixed out into the room with adamance, which in turn only sharpened Athea’s smirk.

Still, he saw her before him, her face edge into memory.

She knew exactly how to wield her blade, how to draw blood and where to hit to make it the most painful. Palm against palm, heat met cold, the touch travelling up his arms and into his chest. He could feel his heart thaw, the ice around it melting at her presence and he hated it. He hated her.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” She asked in a low hush, voice like velvet, more alluring and sensual than the music that commanded their movements.

Of course, he did.

The king of winter and his queen of ice had bowed in greeting to the king of summer and he had followed behind, a composure of ice and stone, perfectly sculpted with a beauty that commanded appraise as well as fear. He had bowed before the king and when he had looked up she stood beside the wooden throne of thorns and flowers.

It had hit him them, like lightning splitting the sky in two and cleaving into him. For the first time in centuries, his composure slipped, the ice cracking open to reveal a glimpse of what was beneath. He has stared at her, the world around him coming to a complete standstill.

And she had smiled at him in the softest of ways, fingers playing with a torned blossom of the throne. She had been beauty as he had never seen it.

“This is my daughter, the crown princess of summer, the future queen of this court, Athea of sun and sky,” The king introduced. The princess went forward, her aquamarine dress flowing with each step. She bowed, dipping her head, while her eyes of emerald never left his.

“Crown princess,” Seokjin greeted, catching his composure and modelling it into ice once more. His chest tightened as he swallowed his emotions, emotions that threatened to spill out into the court, demanding blood and war.

“Prince Seokjin,” She murmured back, his name on her lips sounding with a terrible absolution. “We are to be friends, are we not?”

“We are,” Seokjin drawled, unsure of what to make of it all. The court silently watched as the two future rulers met for the first time, expectant and uneasy.

“Then we should not get stuck on such things as titles.”

“Of course, Crown princess,” he said, nodding to her one last time before following his parents to the sidelines. He could feel her eyes on him, feel them burn into his skin and claw at his insides. It felt exhilarating and nauseating. He wanted to disappear into the night, seek isolation until he could get the fire under control.

He decided then that he hated her for making him feel this way and hated her even more for wishing she’d speak his name just once more.

“Yes,” Seokjin spoke crudely.

“Good, because I remember it clearly,” she began, voice a purr. “I remember the prince of ice and stone standing in front of the throne of thorns and blossoms, standing there with cold radiating off of his skin, his face so sharp and beautiful, eyes darker than the night skies. And I remember him disappearing into the night when no one was looking.”

Seokjin swallowed at her words, his heart straining in his chest, heat trickling up the skin of his neck uncomfortably. Even without words he knew what she meant, knew that she had seen him hidden in the shadows of the inner court garden, between huge trunks of trees, bushes and flowers.

She knew everything.

“You know what it means but you will not admit it,” she continued. “Not even to yourself.”

Seokjin remain silent, knowing that the words she wanted him to admit would mean the death of entier bloodlines. What she wanted was to dance with words until one of them would fall upon a sword, and Seokjin was the most likely to fall. But her voice grated at his resolution, tugged at his seams until his being was at risk of falling apart. He couldn’t have that, especially not in front of faerie court.

“Stop,” he warned, only to receive a sly innocent look from the princess, smile widening. He knew he had made a mistake. “Why, after all this time, did you decide to dance with me now?”

“Oh, my darling,” she spoke again with a purr. “Maybe because I simply couldn’t wait any longer.”

It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the truth either.

The knife twisted in his heart. The prince twirled her around, the onlookers gasping at the sudden change in dance. The music fell to a low sensual hum, beckoning the movements to become slow and almost tangible. Her body moved closer to his, chest meeting chest, as the danced. And as suddenly it had begun, time had coiled in the sensual music, and it was over.

The princess bowed to him, turned and swayed away to the next fae in line for a dance. Jungkook took her in his arms and began swaying her, while Seokjin remained frozen to the spot, hands shaking at his side, as a painful fire clawed at his chest and throat, tying to will its way out of him.

It wasn’t until the world started to properly move around him again before he removed himself from the dance floor, stalking back towards the throne, while he wished for his room. With a bitter and sour taste in his mouth, he dumped down, leaning back into the throne while the air coiled around him in cold palpable anger. His eyes remained fixed on the red dress, on those emerald eyes that haunted his dreams, eyes he wished to banish out of his thoughts.

Seokjin sat there and watch her, watched her spin, watched her twirl and lift and dip. He watched her until the doors to the balconies were pushed open for fae to go out and see the stars shoot across the sky. Until there was nothing left in the world than him and her.

Then he got up and left.

Nobody stopped him, not that they’d be able to anyway. Like the times before he slipped into the shadows, each step from the throne room tightening the thorny vines that were clutching his heart. They tore at him. He was burning up inside, every muscle tight and strained, every breath laboured. Sweat trickled down his back. Sweat. Breathlessly he entered his room, leaning against the cool wooden door for a moment with his eyes closed, trying to control the heat that ravaged him.

For each Starfall that passed, the vines around his heart grew tighter, they tugged at him, whispering him to follow them. In the times between Starfall, he could almost forget the feeling, almost ignore it . The pain would lessen only for it to come on back with great enough force it could split the everlasting glacier in two.

Seokjin dragged himself to the foot of the bed, where he dumped down on the silk sheets with a heavy sigh, lying back and running his hands through his hair.

“Have you ever thought about me when you’re all alone?” Her voice was a whisper that travelled through the wind, slithering over his body with a cold touch. Seokjin froze in place, then sat up to watch Athea saunter in with that sway in her hips, moving swiftly like water. The red dress had been replaced with an ivory robe that dipped dangerously low, revealing the fine glow of her dark skin. His hands fisted in the sheets. “Like you did that night in the shadows?”

Athea crooked a brow at his silence, the bemusement never lessening in her eyes. “I’ve thought about you on nights like these.” Her fingers travelled the expanse of her collarbones sliding her robe over the edge and letting it fall to her feet. The cold light of the moon was cast in through wide-open windows. It gave her skin a haunting beauty. Seokjin tensed, eyes fixed on her face which only sharpened her smirk. Slowly she stalked towards him. “I’ve thought about your hands and wondered if your fingers were as agile as when you do swordplay. I’ve thought about that mouth of yours, those pretty pretty lips. And I’ve thought about the sounds you’d make breaking through those lips and past your mask of ice.”

Humans think the winter court to be the cruelest of them all, but it is the summer court that holds that feat, for they glace their weapons in poison, they whisper sweet nothings that’ll cut you far deeper than you’d ever imagine. Their cruelty were not one that showed outright, it was hidden behind sweet smiles and venomous words.

The fae was rotten folk, it was true, but she was the most rotten of all.

And he’d gladly take a bite of that rotten fruit.

Athea straddled his hips, fingers running over his broad shoulders, feeling the fabric and what it held beneath. Her hair curled around her shoulders, so dark it seemed impossible, while her eyes shined that green of emerald; of trees after a summer shower, of meadows and pine. And she smelled exactly the same. It was intoxicating. A scent he knew would forever be branded in his mind.

“Did you ever think about me?” She murmured a nail tickling over the delicate skin of his neck, threatening to bite into it with breaking and tearing force.

“Yes,” he breathed.

“You know why.” It wasn’t a question but a statement.

“Yes.”

Her smile broadened, teeth white pearls that could tear into flesh if she so desired. The snowflower was famed for its beauty and rarity, but it was deadly enough to kill with one single prick of its’ needle-like thrones, that was what she reminded him off. And he’d freely prick himself on her thorns.

For a daring moment, he couldn’t decide which taste he was more curious of—her lips or what lies between her thighs. He cursed himself silently for the indecent thought, chalking it up to the mental exhaustion of playing these mind games with her.

“Say it,” she beckoned, fingers slipping beneath his shirt to feel his cold, smooth skin. The thorns tore into his heart, he could feel it, and it left him entirely at her mercy. She was so close her heat wrapped around him, burned at his skin -no, not burned, kissed it.

Seokjin had always been armed with beauty and ice, and she was armed with the very thing that left him entirely defenceless.

“Mate,” he breathed, eyes fluttering at her touch. “You’re my mate.”

And just like that, he would have thrown it all away, the throne, the crown, the whole world, to be only that. If anyone found out war would break out. That was the very reason he adopted the mask of stone, the reason his heart had become frozen solid, the reason he had done so much to keep away.

It was all rendered useless.

They breathed each other in before letting their lips meet, her arms wrapped around his neck, her nails scraping over the fine, muscled skin of his back. Her lips were everything he imagined, and yet, nothing like it. It was a slow kiss, one that slowly consumed you until there was nothing left on your mind, nothing but the feeling. With great urgency her tongue moved into his mouth, her teeth nibbling at his plumb lower lips. She tasted of the forbidden fruit, the one that grew golden on the Milkwood trees, fruit that brought humans such euphoria they’d sell their souls for one single bite more.

With that kiss his soul was hers.

Filth filled Seokjin’s mind and swelled between his honourable legs as if he weren’t hard enough even before she entered his rooms. The way she kissed him was taunting, with a biting smirk forever plastered on her lips, while his sought hers in need. His heart thundered within the cage of his chest.

“So did you?” She mused, releasing her lips from his.

“Did I what?” Seokjin breathed, eyes burning into hers.

“Did you think of me?” She asked sweetly, cruelly. One hand wandered down his breeches to grip him firmly. Seokjin let out a sound, something caught in between a groan and a moan.

“By the crown, yes!”

Now his cool hands dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, nails turning into angry talons, puncturing into her skin with ferocity. She keened, biting back a laugh as she pumped up and down his shaft with a bewitching touch that brought as much pain as it did pleasure. She was lust and cruelty and all things rotten, -and he couldn’t get enough.

They were two beings wishing to tear each other apart for pleasure.

“ Tell me ,” She drawled. Seokjin went for her neck, lips and teeth lapping over the skin equally given. He bucked up into her hand, holding a moan hostage in the back of his throat.

“I thought about your hands and what they’re doing to me now,” the prince began, continuing his attack on her neck, while his nails scraped over dark skin to leave even darker marks. Athea twisted her hand as it rose to the tip sending a jolt of pleasure up through his body. “I thought about how, -uh, nimble and firm they’d work me, and how much better your mouth would be.”

Athea’s hand twisted into Seokjin’s silvery locks to force his head back with a stinging force that brought a hiss from his throat. His lips had become glossy with saliva and red with blood rushing to the surface, and his eyes, those onyx eyes with pupils so blown there were nothing left of the brush of silver in them. The veins on his neck protruded, adrenalin and fire and ice, coursing through them. He soaked in the sight of her cruel, green eyes and vicious, bloodcurdling smile.

She licked the expanse of his neck, a rumble travelling from deep within his chest and up his throat, ending in a growl, as she bit into it with brutal delight.

Ice shot out through his veins and bit into him. He flipped them over so that she was on her back, a wicked laugh settling into the room and making a home of the shadows. There, beneath him, bathed in moonlight and naked as the day she was brought into the world, she looked entirely otherworldly. “I wondered if you’d taste sweet as nectar or bitter as your wicked, merciless heart.”

For a moment a childish wonder passed over her features, eyes rolling in thought rather than pleasure, wondering what she herself tasted like. And at that moment, his heart fluttered, forgetting the ruthlessness Athea was made of. She lifted her hips to his, slithering beneath him like a snake, the childish wonder gone and replaced with mischief.

Without a word he dived down between her legs, deciding that he could be as ruthless as she. She smelled sweet and tasted sweeter. Golden apples, Moon berries, sugar grass and all other faerie foods couldn’t compare to the taste. His tongue passed over her warm folds, separating her them as he did so. He lapped at her cunt like a man starved.

Athea purred like a cat, lifting herself up on her elbows to enjoy the sight of the prince of winter caught between her thighs, tongue darting out to press itself against her clit in the most sinful manner, pouring fire and starlight into her veins. The sound of her breathy moans made him want more. He moved with feverish intent, forcing his tongue inside of her, before returning to her clit, twirling and sucking until her thighs were shaking until his name was stuck in her mouth to be said over and over, -sounding like a curse.

Seokjin squeezed her hips, circling her sensitive mount, sucking on it ruthlessly, revelling in her taste, her warmth, her sounds, everything her. By the crown he hated her and he was going to make her pay the most delicious of ways.

Two fingers slid into her with ease, sinking all the way in to the knuckle where he felt her tense around him, body begging for more. He bit her thigh until he was sure to leave a mark, curled his finger to find the spot that made her moans catch in her throat and eyes roll back in her head.

She was close he could feel it in how wet she had become, fingers tugging at his hair in demand for friction, her hips nearly lifted off of the mattress as he suddenly removed himself from her.

Athea exhaled in annoyance at his play, eyes burning with desire, wildfire spreading through them. Her sharp nails dug into his shirt and pulled his slick lips filled with her juices to her own with such force it tore at the fabric of it.

Seokjin was forced to his back, the princess taking the reins with violence, tearing the rest of his shirt off in one rough motion. Sunkissed skin was made pale in the moonlight, shadows cast over his collarbones, sculpting his body even further. The fine skin stood to ruin, the promise was clear in the way her nails raked down his body as she trapped his cock between her wet folds and his stomach.

“I see I’m not the only one who’s cruel,” she purred taunting. As she moved her hand came to clasp his jaw, sharpened nails digging into his skin. “Beneath that icy exterior, there’s that mercilessness. I see it.”

Seokjin could barely think straight when she sank onto him ever so slowly. She took him in as if she had been made solely for him. She had. She was his mate. A bond so deep it could tear the world apart. If she had been anyone else than the crown princess, -if he had been anyone else than the crown prince-, then nothing would have kept them from tearing each other apart in the venture of love.  

Athea panted, biting her plumb lip while her head rolled back revelling in the feeling of him filling her up so good. The stretch was mouthwatering.

“I-I’ve thought about this,” Seokjin continued meeting her rhythm with his own, the lewd sound of flesh hitting flesh filling his ears, the sound of him sinking into her warm centre. “Thought of how tight you’d be, how -ugh, fucking incredible you’d feel. Fuck. ”

His hands took their fill of her breasts, playing with her nipples and loving the way her face fell into a sense of pleasure.

Abruptly, he sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist and biting down on her shoulder, lips chasting the wounded area, following the column of her neck until they met her parted lips. The speed picked up, his arm that was wrapped around her, helping to steady her as he thrust up into her. The kiss was feverish, filled with lust and nothing else. Nails raked over his shoulders, drawing along long red marks that’d last a day at the very least, even with fae healing.

“Fuck,” he moaned, head filled with the image of her riding him, those green eyes half-lidded shining in the dark.  

“More,” she simply demanded, letting Seokjin roll her onto her back, bringing her legs around him so that her heels dug into his rear. This way he could dive deeper in, this way he could snap his hips to hers with brutal, bruising intent. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the headboard with one arm.

“You’re hateful, you know that?” His voice was raspy and strained. She smirked up at him. Curse that smirk, curse her influence, curse her. Those lips were a sirens call. Taunting and begging, all at the same time.

“More.” The growl that came from her reverberated down his spine and made him snap his hips to hers in a violent thrust that promised the beginning of a faster and rougher pace. Seokjin grabbed one of the pillows and forced it under her hips, propping her up on it to give him better access. Then he threw her one leg over his shoulder.

“You’re a hateful, cunning, cruel creature,” he grunted, thrusting with every title he gave her to drive the point across and each thrust drew a moan from her lips, made her eyes roll, her cunt grip him so hard he was unsure she’d ever let him go again. “You make poisoned words be a salvation. You taunt me -ugh, you haunt me, you mock and torment me with such wicked delight. I hate you.”

“You hate me?” She chuckled with ridicule. “We may not be able to lie but you’re still able to do so to yourself.”

“I hate you,” Seokjin hissed with indignation.

“Hmm,” Athea croon. “And you do it so well.”

Her cunt clenched around him, the feeling pulsating throughout her and into him. Air got caught in his lungs, hips snapping riggedly to hers as he brought the both of them over the edge, the world shifting around them, shrinking and somehow expanding at the same time. Bliss poured into them, hot and cold mixed together with sweat and seed.

The vines around his heart ripped it to pieces and then grew anew, this time beating warmly, pumping poison out into his body. Seokjin fell to the mattress beside her out of breath. Fingers drew circles over the skin of his stomach and up to the red claw marks that stood as proof of their transgressions, where they traced over the lines with soft caresses that almost let him delve into the sense of affection.

“You were pristine,” she murmured. “All that rage and hatred for me… So pent up and ready to explode.”

Seokjin remained silent in the face of her taunts. It had been a mistake, a glorious mistake that he’d make over and over again. They fucked on every surface of the room, up the walls, on his desk, on the floor and the small bench opposite his bed. The room had become a mess of scattered papers, books thrown to the floor in the heat of the moment, ink seeping into the rug of the finest silks.

Then they settled themselves into a warm pool of water. Each step into it was a caress of ease until their bodies were wrapped in its warm embrace. There they could scrub themselves clean of the nights' infractions. Seokjin observed the princess as she cleaned herself. Water beaded on her skin, shining like ice crystals in the soft glow of the frozen dawn. Behind her the sky turned bright pink, brushes of violet and gold painted across it. Only a few streaks of sunlight made it over the crowned top of the mountains.

“Would you love me if we were not bound by our responsibilities?” He asked, breaking the silence for the first time with a question rather than filthy words.

“You’re my mate, aren’t you?”

“That doesn't answer the question.” Being mates doesn’t change who you are as a being. Mating is a bond between souls and if one were to tear the other apart with that love, then there’d be nothing to do to stop them. Love was a myth, a fairytale. Love, like all things, could be ever so terrible.

“I suppose it doesn’t,” Athea answered him, her eyes thoughtful as if she were truly wondering about it. “I can’t say if my love would change if we were not the faerie we are. Would taking away the powers of the crown change us or would we remain the same?”

The princess dropped the sponge in the water, letting the bubbles glide down her dark skin, gleaming like pearls caught in the golden light of dawn. Seokjin captured her in his mind, every sway of her body, every swell and curve, letting silence fall between them once again. He wasn’t sure what to say because she was not wrong, even without the crown he’d still be who he is, a fae of ice and stone, he’d still long for her.

“Love, hate, pain and pleasure, together they make the most delicious of drug, don’t you think?”

“Why now?” He couldn’t stop the question coming out.

Athea’s lips curled, looking up through her eyelashes with those eyes that bore into his being. “Because I wanted to play a new sort of game.” At his quiet expression, she warmed, gliding through the water with grace until she stood before him, warm hand cubing his cheek in a gentle caress that was all too affectionate. That was maybe the cruellest thing of all.

“You’d play with me, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, I’d play your game as long as you want me to,” Seokjin admitted and knew how heavy the truth weighed on those words. If she wanted he’d give her everything.  She smiled at him, genuine and terrible all the same, and kissed him so sweetly it made him forget who she was.

“I love you, Seokjin, but I cannot love you,” she voiced, eyes seeking understanding.

Seokjin smiled at her softly, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing her body to his, letting her warmth envelop him. Now she smelled of lavender, of sunlight and saltwater. “I know.”

They kissed slow and tantalizing, lingered on each other's lips, breathing the other in. Then Athea pushed away, one hand on his firm chest. Their eyes never left the other while she stepped out of the water, swaying over the floor and wrapping herself in her robe. And like that, with the first frozen rays of the sun peaking over the crowned mountaintops, she winnowed away.

Seokjin disappeared under the surface of the water and only when he breached it once more, was he ready to exist and ready himself for the day to come, and only would he leave the room when he was dressed in a shirt as white as winter’s kiss, loose and airy. He had covered the marks on his neck and collarbones with fine powers, hiding the nights' venture in an attempt to avoid questions from one particular fae -Namjoon.

“You disappeared from the revel,” Namjoon commented, taking great strides to walk beside his prince. His remained in tossels but that was the only sign of his night of endeavours, the rest of him remained pristine and proper, he was a courtier of importance after all.

“Yes, I did,” Seokjin replied unfazed. “Like I usually do.”

“Too bad,” Namjoon responded. “You had a long line of girls waiting for a dance with their prince, hoping to capture his attention.”

“And I’m sure you were there to pick up the pieces.”

They entered the throne room to the bows of their people, most looking appropriate for court, while a few remained shrivelled from the night's festivities. Appearance was far too important to let daylight reveal anything but perfection, especially when it was just one night. They stepped up on the dais, Namjoon falling behind Seokjin as he approached the throne. It was only when the king entered everyone once more rose and bowed, and with the dismissive wave of his hand, the court fell into normalcy again.

And then they came in, with their bright colours and airy clothe, with their skin so many beautiful shades and hair ordained with flowers and gold. And there she was, with a dress of pure, winter white, embroidered with forbidden fruit and red mistletoe, between the embroidering red drops of rubies. He felt the vines of his heart twist, fluttering of wings basking against his chest.

“We thank you, King Jeong Hui, for the amazing festivities you’ve held for this years Starfall,” The king of summer court boomed with greatness. “I will take this moment as a chance to invite You and your court to a wedding of great promise.”

Seokjin felt his heart strain and fall, all warmth she had given him seeping out as if he had fallen through ice. His eyes went to her, seeking some sort of comfort where there were none to be given. Instead, he realised this was the new game she wanted and still, still he wouldn’t believe his fears.

“The crown princess of summer, my daughter, Athea,” The king of summer motioned towards Athea, her stepping forward to the world to see, a smile spreading on her lips to the uproar of applause, almost sharp, almost… “And the noble general, Jeon Jungkook.” The boy with a sweet smile and shining eyes stepped up beside the she-wolf, a white rabbit beside the predator who’d undoubtedly eat him right up. Or maybe, he was as vicious behind that smile as she was, almost as vicious. “He will take the title Prince Consort beside the future queen of summer.”

Ice poured into his veins, freezing them over instantly, the cold spreading from his limbs and rising painfully to his heart, where the throned vines froze with it so completely it was far more solid than stone. His heart had gone from ice to thawed to made of throned vines and now it had returned back to ice, just far colder. The spiked silver crown weighed down on his head, he was concerned he’d break his neck wearing it. He closed his eyes momentarily, when the Jungkook boy entwined his fingers with hers, kissing the back of her hand before rising them above his head in celebratory victory. He let the pain swallow him, let him drown in its waters.

And then he resurfaced, with a heart unable to love or care for anyone…. -anyone but her. Because he still loved her and he absolutely hated her for it.  He hated that it was her. Hated those enticing emerald eyes, hated that sharp smirk that cut right through him, hated her burning touch he longed after and most of all hated that he would let her break his heart over and over again until there was nothing left.

He was armed with beauty and ice, and she was armed with the very thing that left him defenceless. When she smiled at him in all the glory she held over him, he knew he’d forgive her all over again.

[loserholland]

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Pairing ➺  Ceo playboy!Ben Hardy x Reader

Warning ➺ flashbacks and sad benny boy ):

Word Count ➺ 2,560

Summary ➺ An arranged marriage between two polar opposites.

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There are five stage’s of grief.

One, Denial. In which your mind is thinking this didn’t just happen, this isn’t happening to me.

Two, Anger. Why is this happening? Who’s to blame?

Three, Bargaining. Wanting to exchange the pain, wanting to numb it. 

Four, Depression. Locking out the people who you hold close to your heart. Not wanting to let anyone in.

Finally, Acceptance. Finally accepting the death of a loved one, or a close friend. Finally coming to terms that they’re watching over you and is in a better place. 

When it come’s to break up’s, the stage’s are the same. And boy did Ben go through these like hell. 

After he found Presley cheating on him, he was in the stage one. Denial, not wanting to come to terms or accept the fact that his girlfriend of four years had cheated on him. A month later, he had lost his father to a heart attack. They had tried to do a triple bypass but his heart was too weak to take it. 

All Ben wanted to do was lock himself in his room and ignore the world. He had left Frankie to his mom, thinking it was better for his mom to have some sort of company. 

Stumbling into his penthouse with a bottle of whiskey in his hand brining the half empty bottle to his lips taking a swing of the brown liquor unbothered by the small burn it left in his throat. His eyes fell on a picture that was on picture that was hung on the wall. 

Taytum and Ben’s two year anniversary, they were standing under the eiffel tower smiling from ear to ear at one another. At that time he was happy, so fucking happy. He knew he was gonna marry that girl, she brightened his day like no one else could.

He picked it off the wall staring at his for a second before throwing it at the ground, glass flew in every direction continuing he picked off every photo of the two throwing it in every direction. 

A scream ripped through his chest as he threw his bottle of whiskey at the wall, he ran his hands through his hair tugging at his lightly before dropping to his knees. He looked around his dark empty home scoffing lightly before staring back up at the ceiling. 

“What more can I lose?” 

That’s when he turned to going to the club, having one night stands to boost his ego, blocking out his emotions. Using the one substance that would numb the pain temporarily and left you with a huge headache of regret. At that time he saw no meaning to life, no reason to live or go home to. 

Until his mother introduce him to (Y/N). She was the person to bring him back to life, to be the light and guide him to happiness. (Y/N) gave him a reason to live for, not only because he had to due to being signing a contract, he truly slowly and genuinely fall in love with her. 

Even if he loved her, he still cheated. Running back to the person who broke him in the first place, letting his old flame burn him twice leaving an even bigger scar. When (Y/N) had told him they were over, and gave him back her engagement ring, the scar had burned even more. It was like when you had scrapped your knee, and to clean out the bacteria you use hyrdrogen peroxide and holy fuck does that shit burn. 

Now he was back at square one, back at the same place he was after the death of his father and Presley. He had to pick himself back up again, he has to put himself back together and earn (Y/N) trust, earn her forgiveness. Because without her, he had no reason to live.

(Y/N) laid in the hospital bed her injuries we’re all that serious, a few minor scratches here and there. She had her laptop propped on her lap, papers scattered around the bed catching up on some paperwork that began to build up in her office. There was a small knock on the door brining her attention away from her computer screen, the nurse walked in holding a vase of flower’s.

They were an arrangement of roses and sunflower’s, she knew who had sent it someone she had requested to keep off the visitor’s list, from the one and only Benjamin Jones. 

The sound of his buzzing phone woke him from his slumber groaning from the small headache forming and one hell of a hangover he’d have the next day. His hand rummaged over the nightstand in attempt to find his phone before the called ended. 

“Hello?” he answered groggily burying his face into the soft pillow cased sheets awaiting for the person to answer.

“Hi, is this Mr.Benjamin Hardy? This is Ana from Mount Sinai Hospital speaking, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was in a car accident and you’re one of her emergency contact’s. How soon could you be here?” 

Ben sat up quickly running his finger’s through his hair tugging at the roots lightly, unsure if he heard the woman correctly, his mind began to cloud, his heart rate began to pick up as worry coursed through his veins. 

“Mr.Hardy?” 

“I’m taking the first flight out.”

The moment Audrey saw Ben’s face in the hallway, she couldn’t help but scream and slap the man that she thought would be the light in her daughter’s life. 

“Leave Benjamin!” Audrey shouted tears streaming down her face as Andrew tried to hold back his wife from hitting their ex-son in law, she pushed her husband away. 

“Leave or I’ll have security drag you out.”

As much as she didn’t want to admit, he deserved it. He deserved all the hitting and shouting from Audrey, but all in all she didn’t want to push him away. He did fly nearly 3,460 miles to be by her side, but he lost that privilege the moment she caught him in bed with her sister. 

She wanted him to visit, she wanted to accept his flower’s and chocolates, she wanted him by her side. But she didn’t want to hurt herself all over again. Just the thought of Ben made her heart clench in sadness, she wanted to forgive him she truly did. But she questioned if she could after what he had done. 

Though the one person, the last person that she’d want to have in her room. It was like she was the devil reincarnated to ruin her own sister’s life. 

“Hi.” 

(Y/N) shut her laptop closed removing her glasses from her nose and averted her eyes to meet her sister’s, she stood nervously in the doorway shifting from one foot to the other. 

“Why are you here?” She was aware of her rude tone, but all in all she did deserve it. After putting her through hell and back, Presley deserved to be bitched at. 

“I just want to talk, please?” 

I mean, she did say please. “Five minutes.”

Now we all must be questioning, how did the relationship of (Y/N) and Presley, sister’s who were each other’s best friends change. It all changed after many many events. 

The young seventeen year old descending down the stairs rubbing the sleep out of her eyes wanting nothing more than a cup of water for her parched throat. Her parent’s were unaware of her presence as they talked about the future of their company, who will be CEO when it would be his time to go. 

“Usually, it goes to the first born.” Presley came to a halt moving closer against the wall to listen to her parent’s conversation, her mind wandered to why they were talking about whom would be CEO, when she turned twenty-one she’d earn the COO position. Something she’d been working for nearly her entire life. 

“Well, why does it seem as if you don’t want Presley to take over?” her brows furrowed in confusion on why her mother would ever ask that question, Andrew did want Presley to take over the company right? I mean she did have a right to have it in her name, she was the oldest. 

“It’s just, have you seen the way she’s been acting lately? Coming home late nights, partying-” She stood there for a moment waiting for her father to finish his sentence, the name that would leave his mouth she knew who he wanted to take over.

“I think (Y/N) is a better fit.” Presley’s stiffened against the wall her grip on the glass tightened, anger and envy ran through her veins. They’d really choose (Y/N) over her? The rightful heir to the company? The person who worked her ass off for acceptance from her family that she was the best and would always be the best?

She quietly stormed back up to her room, once she got in the glass that was once in her hand was thrown against the wall as she screamed loudly. The rooms in their house were sound-proof so her parent’s wouldn’t hear the fit she was throwing. 

A photo caught her eye, it was of her and (Y/N) standing in front of Big Ben they had spent Presley’s sixteenth birthday in London. One of her favorite memories with (Y/N), she grabbed the frame staring at the image before her. Silence filled the room, her grip on the frame loosened as she aimed for the wall watching the glass shatter to pieces. 

It had been a week since Presley walked into her parent’s conversation, she had gone to visit her father for lunch walking happily into the office ignoring the staff’s pleads of “Your father asked for no one to disturb him.” or “He’s busy right now.” all the pleads went in one ear and out the other. She gripped the door knob of her father’s office flying the door open to see her father and his secretary, the image before her was not PG-13.

Ever since that day she found out her father was having an affair she held it as leverage, she held it above his head and never made him forget what she saw let alone what her heard that night she had gone to get a glass of water. 

“How does this relate to anything you did to me?” (Y/N) questioned in anger watching Presley slouch in her seat, “I’m getting to that part.” 

Ryan Cruz, he was the boy that (Y/N) fell head over heels for. Well he did the same, he saw (Y/N) as the most sweetest girl in the world. How she’d be so confident to talk to him, leaving him to be a clumsy mess, stumbling over his words which made her giggle. Presley knew how much (Y/N) liked the guy, let alone she knew how much he liked (Y/N).

All she wanted to do was make her sister suffer, make her sister fail so that her mother would agree with her father about Presley being fit for CEO. Andrew had talked to Audrey about having Presley as CEO, only because she had threatened him that if he didn’t she’d tell her about his affair that has been going on for a year. 

Presley (Y/L/N) was filled with surprises, she was truly the devil reincarnated to ruin everything she touched. That night she had brought Ryan home, she did the unexpected wanting nothing more but to hurt her sister, wanting nothing more than for her to feel the pain she felt. All Presley wanted was for (Y/N) to feel the pain she felt growing up in the shadow of her little sister, odd right? It should be the opposite, but oh how the tables have turned. 

She had roofied Ryan’s drink, when he was dazed she had convinced him that she was (Y/N). Her plan was going as planned, stumbling into her home taking (Y/N) by surprise, it boosted her ego when she saw the shock and sadness paint her little sister’s face. At that moment she didn’t care that (Y/N) was hurt, she didn’t care that she had just broke her sister’s trust. All in all she didn’t care. 

“Oh c’mon (Y/N) be a big girl, after all you’re gonna have everything handed to you, why are you crying?” Presley pushed Ryan off of her watching him stumble to the ground as she stalked over to her little sister. She gripped her sister’s face in her hand staring into her little sister’s sad (Y/E/C) eyes. 

“You took everything from me (Y/N), now it’s my turn to take everything from you.” 

In which she did take everything from her. 

That everything was Ben. 

Yes. I understand she had him first but she did lose him, and took him away from her. Keeping her promise she made nearly ten years ago. 

“I just want to apologize, I want to say I’m sorry for making your life hell, I’m sorry for blaming you. I- I don’t know what came over me, I’m truly sorry (Y/N) for everything.” 

(Y/N) scoffed lightly, unsure if Presley was genuine or not. She was unsure if her sister was still wearing a mask to hide what she truly felt inside, after ten years she didn’t know if she was telling the truth or not. 

“Presley, this is the difference between us. First off, I knew about dad’s affair and told mom yet you to black mail dad! Second, nothing is handed to me. I work hard for it, I worked my ass off for the COO position. So the fact that you think you can walk back into my life after ruining my engagement, and promising to take everything from me, you think I’d forgive you?” 

Presley sat there in silence unsure on how to answer her sister’s question. 

“You hurt me Presley, you made it your life’s work to take everything away from me. After what dad said, you spiraled out of control instead of just getting your head back into school! To you everything is a game, well hate to burst your bubble Pres but not everything is a fucking game!” 

(Y/N) pinched her nose bridge taking deep breath’s in and out, coming to the realization that her father didn’t mean to hurt her. Presley was just always using that secret as leverage, he didn’t want to hurt his daughter. No parent wanted that, he didn’t want to tell his daughter that she needed to take some time off and focus on herself and not other’s. 

It’s like when you yell at a child who swore, they don’t know any better. But Presley was old enough to know better, she was old enough to know what was right from wrong, wrong from right. The thing about Presley is, she was all for herself, if there was a fire she’d save herself, it was as if the world revolved around her. 

She finally locked eyes with her sister, the person who had made her life a living fucking hell. Their relationship went to shit after Presley overheard her parent’s conversation, the trust that they had broken when she brought Ryan into their home roofied and the memories that she smiled back on gone the moment she promised to take everything away from her.

“And this apology, this apology is ten years a little too late.”

[dyde21]

Pressure

So Spiderman became my favorite PS4 title pretty quickly I think. I love it, and I’ve always had a soft spot for him. I also absolutely love how MJ was portrayed in the game, and I had this idea so I ran with it.

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Hearing her phone buzz, MJ was turning her head before she managed to pry her eyes from the article she was writing. Finishing off another sentence, a small smile graced her lips as she finally picked up her phone. She was in a good groove, and she was pretty sure this article would go over well. Things had been oddly quiet in the city, so she actually had a chance to report on a massive charity effort that had had a noticeable impact on the homeless population, and had lead to a ten percent decrease in the population as more people were connected with jobs to help them out.

Turning on her phone, she'd be lying if she didn't admit that seeing Peter's name and the little spider emoji didn't bring a smile to her face.

Can I swing by for a bit?

Pausing, she tried to suppress the sinking feeling in her gut. Something about his text just felt wrong. She wasn't sure if it was just from years of knowing him, and being in an on and off relationship with him, but she had a sixth sense for when something was wrong with him.

Of course. She quickly replied, before she turned back to her article, trying to get through it before her night was derailed by Peter in either a wonderful or awful way, depending on how lady luck seemed to be feeling tonight.

Be there in five.

She saw the message, leaving it as she went back to writing. She knew she had about ten minutes before he got here, figuring the odds of him not passing a crime on the way to her apartment was slim to none. Pausing after the end of a paragraph, she quickly dialed her phone as she ordered a pizza for them. She knew crime fighting had a habit of making her unfortunately under-fed boyfriend starved, and she wasn't really in the mood to cook and judging by his odd text, she doubted he was either.

When fifteen minutes, MJ was seriously starting to get worried. While Peter being late was definitely more a normal situation than him actually arriving on time, there definitely felt something wrong about tonight. Part of her wanted to text him again, but she figured if he was in the middle of being shot at, a text was the last thing he needed at the moment. Doing her best to focus on finishing up her article, she pushed thoughts of her crime fighting boyfriend from her mind. He could take care of himself, he had been doing it for years after all. If she started worrying every time he was in danger she'd go insane.

When she heard the window slide open five more minutes later, she let out a sigh of relief. She closed her laptop, having just finished the last edits on her piece before she heard the loud thump. Racing across the room, she turned the corner to see Spider-man laying on the ground, clutching his shoulder.

“Peter!” She called out in a worry as she ran to his side, helping him sit up as he groaned. He ripped his mask off with one hand. “I'm okay.” He muttered, but she could tell he was the farthest thing from it. He just looked... horrible. There were no other words for it, and she didn't even just mean the fact he had a wound in his shoulder.  “Come here, get to the bathroom!” She ordered as she began to pull him along. He managed to drag himself to his feet, and as she watched him she could see just how beat up he was, his suit was torn all over and he had a slight limp. Which was even scarier, because the news hadn't released any reports of a supervillian attacking. Just what had caused all of this?

A minute later and she had Peter sitting on the edge of her tub as she pulled off his shirt, starting to dress his wounds like she had done too many times in the past. For once he wasn't making any quips or attempts at humor, and that scared her more than the blood.

“What... what happened?” She asked after a moment, her curiosity and concern eating away at her.

“I... failed.” He said after a moment, his head dropping into his hands.

Pausing her first aid, she looked at him. Peter was damn good at his job, especially after all these years. Sure some things were out of his control, but he usually could soldier on. She hadn't seen him this down in years, since she had first found out his secret and found out the toll it took on him. Setting down the bandages, she sat on the tub next to him, looking at him patiently. “What happened?” She asked after a moment.

Peter just looked at her, opened his mouth to say something that she was pretty sure was a joke before he sighed.

“It was supposed to just be a simple mugging. I swung in, stopped it without issue, but before I could web them up properly for the police, a getaway driver nearly ran me over. They sped away and I chased them... but...” His voice trailed off as she saw his eyes darken. “Pete...” She offered gently, running a hand through his hair.

“He shouldn't have been there!” He burst out suddenly. “He should have waited for a cross walk. But the boy was just running across the street, and the muggers weren't interested in slowing down. Before I could stop the car completely it...” Peter's voice cracked as he fell silent. “I was so distracted I didn't notice them pull a gun and point it back at me until I was hit. After that it's a bit of a blur. The boy's in the hospital... and it doesn't look good.” Peter finished his story.

MJ felt a fist clench around her heart as she stared at her broken boyfriend. She could tell he blamed himself completely for this, once again ignoring that it was the criminals who did it.

“Peter...” She said softly as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a hug. She felt him wrap his arms around her, hugging her tightly as he buried his head into her neck. “It's not your fault.” She whispered softly, rubbing the back of his head.

She knew peter felt responsible for every death since he put on that mask, and everyone added just a little more weight to his shoulders. She hated nights like this, when it seemed like Peter was incapable of seeing all the wonderful good he did, all the lives he saved, for the few he failed.

After a few minutes, he seemed to get himself back together and MJ went back to work with bandaging his wounds. Luckily he healed quickly, so she knew he'd back up on his feet in no time.

“Look at me Pete.” She asked after a moment, waiting for him to meet her eyes. His eyes met hers and she smiled, before she leaned forward and kissed him briefly. She laughed slightly at his bewildered expression, still glad that even after all these years he was her lovable dork that preform precise movements of acrobatics in the middle of a fight while dodging bullets, but he still got flustered with a little personal affection.

“You can't blame yourself for this. The driver was the one who ran, after committing a crime in the first place.” She explained patiently. She already knew how he would respond.

“But it's my jo-”

“Peter!” She said, reaching up and cupping his face, making him look at her, cutting off his denial. He just stared at her, finally giving her his full attention again.

“You're not a god. You're a man in a mask. You do amazing things. You've saved so many lives, you've inspired so many people. But you're still just a man. You can't blame yourself for everything.”

MJ saw his shoulders slump as a look of resignation overcame him. She had known him for years now, and she had seen his growth. From an awkward, unsure teenager who got powers out of nowhere, to a man who was figuring out his place in the world, to the hero standing on top of the city, to his low moments like how where he regretted ever putting on his mask. She had been with him through most of it, and she planned to stay at his side, because he no matter how many responsibilities had been shoved on his plate, he always made the time to be excited for her as she pursued her dream as a reporter, and even when they fought about her habit of getting into danger, he was always, always there for her. While she may get annoyed at how often he had to run off, it was clear he always felt guilty as well and rarely took her for granted. Despite their ups and downs, they were an important part of each others life by now, and nothing could change that.

Peter nodded after a moment. “You're right. I just...”

“Wish you could do everything?” She finished for him, offering a patient smile.

He returned the smile, nodding. “Yeah.”

MJ just nodded. “I don't blame you it's tough feeling helpless...” She muttered, thinking back on all the times she saw him fighting, or watching him come back from a fight in a similar condition that he was in to now. “But you have to realize sometimes things are out of your control. It's not easy, trust me. But it's important.”

Pete nodded. “You're right... as usual.” He said after a pause, making her smile. “I'll... work on it.” He offered.

Nodding, MJ felt satisfied. “That's all I ask. That hero heart you have is one of the things I love about you.” She confessed, making them both flush. They leaned forward, about to kiss again when someone was suddenly knocking on the door. “The pizza!” MJ exclaimed, hopping up and rushing across the apartment, leaving Peter confused and asking about pizza.

Standing at the door, MJ fished out money before she realized there was still a pool of blood right inside the window where Peter had fallen in. Cursing her luck, she did her best to open the door without letting him see too much inside. Luckily it was New York so she doubted the delivery boy would be weirded out by the person acting a little strange. He seemed a bit curious as to what she was hiding, but she tipped him ten bucks and shoved him away and he seemed content as he left as she closed the door and let out a deep breath. She had tried very hard to keep a relatively normal reputation with her neighbors, and she didn't need any rumors starting. Peter was standing near the doorway to the bathroom, still shirtless but he had finished bandaging his wounds. He just looked somber, there was no other way to properly describe his downtrodden expression. MJ's eyes flashed over his chest, still not quite used to just how good of shape Peter was in under his suit. Forcing her eyes upwards, she smiled and nodded her head. “You have some spare clothes in my room. Bottom drawer of the dresser.” She offered.

Ever since she had found out the truth, and he had occasionally crashed at her place when either injured or just too tired, she had kept a few sets of clothing for him. Not including the nights he just stayed over to be with her. By the time he had emerged again, he was in a comfy pair of sweatpants and a daily bugle sweater than just made him look cute. While she loved seeing him look heroic in his suit without a mask, or sexy when shirtless, seeing him all bundled up in casual clothes like that was probably her favorite. It was when he was really just Peter Parker. The geek she fell in love with. He joined her on the couch, the TV turned to some random movie as they both started eating a few slices of pizza, idly chatting about her new article or when they both had the free time to go see that new movie in theaters.

She noticed he was still quiet, but he seemed to have at least regained some sense of self. Just then, the distant echoes of a siren rang out as she saw him freeze, his eyes drifting over to where she was sure he left his suit.

“No.” She warned, causing him to look back at her.

“But...”

“No.” She repeated, setting down her mug to turn towards him and prepare for a fight.

“I can't just...”

“Yes you can.” She snapped, before toning it back for a moment. “Peter, for tonight, for me. Just stop. You're not in the right head space for this. If you go out there now, you could make a mistake, someone else could get hurt. YOU could get hurt. Don't do that to me. Don't do that to yourself.” She said, reaching up to cup his face gently. “There isn't a super villain out there. The cops exist for a reason, and they can cover things for a few hours.”

She could tell he still wanted to get up, but she saw her words spinning around his head, slowly convincing him. Reaching down, she grabbed another slice of pizza, holding it up for him, her eyes pleading him to take it.

He stared at her for a moment, then the pizza, before he sighed and nodded. He took the pizza and settled back into the couch, taking a bite.

Proud, she leaned over and kissed him. The world could wait for a night. Standing up, she made her way over to the window and shut it properly, they didn't need sirens interrupting them for once.

Moving back to the couch, she sat down on it and looked over to see her Pete chilling out eating Pizza for once. Grinning, she beckoned him with a finger. “Come here, Tiger.”

MJ was pretty sure she'd always prefer kissing her boyfriend to worrying about him.

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Hope you enjoyed this little story! It was pretty fun writing it, I love this couple and I hope we can see more of them in future games.

[yourjughead]

Long time...no see

Request: “I was wondering if you could do a Jug x reader where the reader used to live in Riverdale and moved when she was like 6-7. And she comes back and her and Jug and completely in awe at how they look now. And maybe get steamy/smutty??”. Pairing: Jughead x reader Warnings: one or two swears. Mention but no description of injured relative due to military commitments. Fluff. Smut. A/N: Changed the readers age of leaving slightly to match the story better. Quite like this one, drifted a little from the request my apologies. Hope you like it also sorry it’s kinda long-ish P.S ((Double brackets means it’s me speaking between them)) REQUESTS OPEN! ——————————————————– 3rd POV Riverdale. A place almost completely alien to you now. Almost. You left your home here at age 10 as your mom was traveling with the army and your dad couldn't bare to be too far from her. So you all packed up your stuff, said goodbye to your friends and headed down South. You hadn't seen your friends in Riverdale since. 7 years of letters, a connection still fighting to survive between you and your friends. One friend in particular. Jughead Jones. You smiled at the very thought of his name as you unpacked the moving van in the late afternoon,  you hoped for the final time. Your mother had been hurt while on tour overseas and so was retiring back to the place where she and your dad had grown up. Where they wanted to see you continue to grow up. “going out” you shouted up the stairs to them before flying out the door on your way to the Drive In. A favourite spot of yours. “Closing down” you echoed in your head as you read the sign in confusion.  You thought of where next to find your friends. Hoping they still remembered you. You didn't tell anyone you were moving home and you liked it that way, less fuss more fun. Now a bit back from the doors of Pops you looked down the diner and found who you were looking for. Jughead, Archie, Betty, Kevin and a new face. You thought of the last time you saw them. It didn't end well between you and Jughead. You just placed him as having been hurt by you leaving not actually angry with you. You and Jughead had always had a fiery relationship. Not bad fiery but fiery nonetheless. You both got on great but well knew how to push each other's buttons...and enjoyed doing so. You looked again at Jughead through the window busily typing away. “wow hes..grown up a small bit” you thought. Blushing deep following it. You took a deep breath before pushing open the door. Jughead POV The door open down the diner behind me and I felt a chill run down my spine. Odd, usually we're too far from the door to catch the draft. Ignoring this I went back to dead focus on at the computer screen, half listening to the story Archie was telling. He had stopped speaking, I looked up at the unfamiliar silence coming from the read head to see his mouth was agape with what i know now was shock. Actually... Betty and Kevin also across from me were the same. “Umm Archiekins….” Veronica next to me looked more confused than I. I turned slowly half afraid I'd see a ghost… I mean what else could shut Archie up so fast. It was in fact a ghost but not the kind I was expecting. Y/N. I don't think I can hide the pure shock on my face at the sight of her. She's….she's grown up. “Well well just where I left ye, yere tab must be huge by now” she smiled. Not even blinking at the shock. No one spoke. Shock ran through us all and I think Veronica could tell. “Umm hi I'm assuming you're a sea witch or something considering you seem to have stolen my friends voices” Veronica smiled back. “damn it how did you know”. “Y…..Y/N” Betty stood half afraid to move too quickly as if it could scare what she couldn't believe away. “B...betty” y/n mimicked Betty playfully. Well nice to see her humour is still the same. The two met in a hug followed by Kevin. “Well well well Mrs.Jones returns” Archie joked. I'm going to pour his hair care down the sink. ((You guys I really don't know why I think Archie spends a lot of time on his hair, just go with it)) “Oh no no Archiedoodles Jughead and I are divorced from our playground marriage. Still waiting on spousal support though” she laughed back nudging me slightly. I shivered a little under her touch. It was at this moment I realised I was yet to speak. “how...whaaaaa..Y../N? Whaa” good job Jughead good English, good. “Ah Juggy, as articulate as ever, scooch scooch” she gestured for me to push in smilingly. She's so close to me...she called me Juggy. JUGHEAD SNAP OUT OF IT! YOU DON'T EVEN REALLY KNOW HER ANYMORE. She spent the hour proving me wrong. She hadn't changed in...personality at all. I didn't speak much for the hour, still in awe of y/n. Last time I saw her she was saying goodbye to me outside Pops... I had kissed her and she didn't really react immediately...then I flew off the handle in my stupid 10 year old Jughead rage before she even could. She ran away then....went home and left Riverdale with her parents. Wrote very little, more so to Betty. Understandable. I had really missed her. We were thick as thieves before she left. “Isn't it jughead?” my attention was hauled back to the table. “uhhhh...no” seemed a pretty solid answer. “yes it is Jughead...he's just in denial Y/N/N, we all are I suppose” Betty looked at me like I had three heads while Archie explain to y/n that we were in denial….about something. Betty’ grin grew wide. Well I just know I'm not going to like what's going to come out of her mouth. “Jughead you should take Y/N” her grin got even bigger than I thought possible. “I….y.../N….take...yes” ah for fuck sake Jughead, pull yourself together! Y/N just smiled to me in response catching my hand lightly under the table. Okay Jughead. Deep breaths deep breaths deep breaths.   I realised quickly that I had agreed to bring y/n to the last film showing at the Drive In. “work...me...tonight...yes sorry” okay seriously I know she's still holding your hand bro but please speak better English. “Oh you're working? That's okay Juggy, I'll go with the group” “No!” okay that was too eager Jug you'll frighten her. She just returned a smile. “Umm...I mean you can just help me with the reels? I haven't decided what to put on yet?” “Tarantino?” now I was smiling at her. “perfect” 3rd POV Later that same night you made your way to the Drive In and to the little booth that played out the films. You found Jughead running around like a headless chicken inside, the first film already playing. “Y’alright Jug?” you say dropping to what looked like a makeshift bed kicking off your shoes. Perfect view of the screen….and of Jughead. He sat down next to you. “yeah, a little sad about this place going….at least they're good films to end on” “of course they are Jug, I chose them” you say playfully nudging him. You both watched the first film in perfect comfortable silence. Jughead flicked on the next film before returning to the bed. The cold began to creep into your bones quickly and Jughead noticed. Slowly and very unsure of himself, he moved closer bringing his duvet with him. You reacted enthusiastically and leaned into his side, head on his shoulder. Both loving this. “H...hey y/n/n?” Jughead stuttered slightly, head fighting heart. “yes juggy” “i...i missed you” “i missed you too Jug” you cuddled into him and he affectionately wrapped an arm around you. “yeah but...I really missed you and really regret how...how we left it” Jughead tried to move the conversation to stop him from shaking with nerves. “you regret kissing me?” she smirked. Shock covered Jugheads face, he hadn't thought you would mention it or even remember it. “emmm no..not at all,.not even a little .. more that I got angry with you” “That's okay Juggy, I never took it personally..I know you were going through a lot at school and...home and stuff..sorry I didn't react how you wanted to I think I was just in shock” you gave a small smile. “That's alright” “i promise if you did it again I would react different” you half joked. Jughead bit his lip and took a chance leaning and kissing you gently before pulling away quickly, many sorries followed. You couldn't help but laugh. His face flushed red and his eyes looked anywhere but you. “Jug...its okay” you took his hand again and he met your eyes. You kissed him this time. He moved his hand to your cheek and you cupped your hand over his to keep it there. You pulled him forward so he was on top of you, lips not wanting to part. Your kisses became hungry and you pulled him closer. You leaned forward and pulled your shirt off throwing it away and wrapping your arms around his neck giggling a little at the thought of what was happening. “What?” he smiled at you before taking his own shirt off. “I just didn't think this would ever happen” you say smilingly. “yeah...you've grown up a small bit”Jughead says trying not to look down at you below him but fighting a losing battle. “speak for yourself” you laugh before pulling him back into a kiss. He moves and kisses down your body as you shiver a little at his welcome warm touch. He fumbles a little with your bra before throwing it in the same direction your shirt went earlier. He began to kiss and bite your boobs as you moaned softly. You moved to undo his belt and remove his pants which he gladly allowed you. You stroked his bulging member through his boxers,  met with a groan. He kissed you on the lips again fiercely before you pulled away slightly, biting his bottom lip before leaving love bites on his neck. As you did this he pulled off your jeans and moaned as you marked him. He slipped his hand inside your underwear to play with your clit. Your turn to moan. You arched your neck causing your head to bury deep into the mattress,  allowing Jughead full access to your neck. “Jug….I missed you so much….stop teasing me” you breathed. Jughead smiled darkly, eyes full of lust. Jughead reached under the bed and retrieved protection which he quickly opened and slipped on. “Y/N don't get me wrong I really really want to do this...but are you sure you want to?” Jughead searched your eyes. “Yes Jughead. More than anything”. Jughead pulled down your underwear and moved into you slowly, you both moaning at the movement.  He began to rock slowly as your wrapped your legs around him wanting to be a close as possible. Jughead leaned forward to meet your lips as your hips began to hit a perfect rhythm.Jughead bit your neck lovingly while still roughly as you ran your fingers through his hair before placing them on his shoulders. “Jug” you moan as your nails began to dig into his shoulders “Come for me y/n” he was just about able to breath out. You feel the knot in your abdomen tighten insanely before releasing. You practically screamed his name, praying there was a loud scene playing on the screen so no one could hear you. Your moans pushed Jughead over the edge as he groaned and grunted, thrusts becoming sloppy. Jughead let out a low moan of your name before falling next you to. You pulled the duvet up to protect from the sudden bite of air and he wrapped an arm loving around you, pulling you close to him. “y/n” “yes” “you should leave and come back unannounced more often” You exhaled laughing. “I'd rather stay right here” ---------------------------------------------- Teehee xX Tags: @sunshine51879 Requested by: @angelinabisognin xX

[chasingthecosmos]

Call Me But Love

Fandom: Doctor Who Rating: T Pairing: The Doctor/Rose Tyler, Twelfth Doctor/Rose Tyler (The Doctor/Clara Oswald, Twelfth Doctor/Clara Oswald) Chapters: 19/40 Read on AO3 here.

“‘Oh, dear. Looks like we might have picked up an extra passenger,’ the Doctor grumbled to himself. His gaze raised to Rose’s once more and she was struck by the sheer intensity of it and the way that he managed to look at once so familiar, and yet so different from what she was used to. ‘Best find something to hold on to,’ he warned her ominously.”

A Season 8 & 9 AU centering around Rose Tyler and her newly-regenerated Doctor as they both struggle to maintain their relationship in the face of some unknown force that seems to be drawing them together. Will they be able to solve the mystery of who is pulling the strings before it’s too late?

This is a direct sequel to “By Any Other Name” and might be a bit confusing if you haven’t read that first.

Rose could sense the Doctor's mind racing as he swiftly ran through the calculations for their current situation and chances for survival. It seemed to Rose that he was working at a far faster pace than usual, desperate to keep one step ahead of one of his oldest rivals.

Meanwhile, Rose's thoughts were racing just as fast as she tried to stay one step ahead of the cybermen's databases in an attempt to convince them that she could be of better use to them as a living pawn rather than a dead threat.

Suddenly, however, there was a sharp sting of pain through Rose's mental connection with the Doctor, and she felt her breath catch in her chest as the bond between them faded and slipped through her fingers when the Doctor fell unconscious.

Guard the graveyards, he cried out desperately. Rose ... stay safe ...

Her lies to the cybermen were beginning to grow a bit thin as she felt a wave of panic wash over her that was both hers and the Doctor's combined. What had happened to him to make him suddenly go unconscious like that? How was she supposed to face this threat on her own without him?

"You are Clara Oswald," the cyberman before Rose insisted as two others quickly joined it and the three of them all stared at her with matching blank, sinister expressions.

"I'm not," Rose insisted through gritted teeth. "'Clara Oswald' is a construct. I exist across all of space and time - do you really think I would bother confining myself to a single, human life in the twenty-first century? I made this form and this name in order to help the Doctor. Destroy me, and I'll simply make another - and I'll keep on going forever and ever until I watch every single last cyberman empire crumble and fall away into dust."

"This information cannot be confirmed," one of the cybermen before her announced after a brief, confused pause.

"Go on - do another scan, if you want to. I've got all the time in the world, boys," Rose replied teasingly. "You, on the other hand, do not. Because I already know what's going to happen next - the Doctor and I are going to stop you and there's nothing that you can do about it."

"Incorrect," a voice from behind Rose interrupted suddenly. When she turned, she was unsurprised to see a fourth cyberman was now approaching them and was watching her with that same expressionless, immovable gaze. "You are Clara Oswald."

"Look, how many times do I have to tell you ...?" Rose sighed exasperatedly.

"Your deception is intended to prolong your life," the cyberman cut her off, coming to a halt at her side and looming over her. "You are Clara Oswald."

Rose opened her mouth to continue to argue, but before she could get a single word out, the cyberman at her side raised it's hand towards her and a jolt of electricity shot through her brain and immediately knocked her unconscious.

While her thoughts swam in a murky, half-dream state, Rose was distantly aware of the Doctor's presence in her head as he continued to fight to save the world and return back to her side once more. She could feel him reaching for her, and she reached back even in sleep, reminding him that she believed in him and knew that he would manage to come up with something and save the day in the end.

Behind all of it, though, there was something ... else. There, just on the edge of Rose's connection with the Doctor was that same, niggling sensation that she had been feeling ever since they had entered into the 3W Institute.

Doctor, what does it want? Rose whined groggily as her exhausted mind shied away from the insistent mental annoyance.

Not to worry, love, the Doctor assured her confidently. I'm working on it.

Rose was so tired that she nearly allowed herself to believe the easy bravado in the Doctor's thoughts, but before she could let her guard lower too far, the strange intruder on the edge of the Doctor's thoughts swelled until Rose could feel the entity like pin pricks against her skin.

Wakey, wakey, a strange, unfamiliar voice called out to her in a forced sing-song manner that instantly had Rose jolting back into consciousness again with a startled gasp.

Rose had to fight to remember what was going on and what she had been doing before she had passed out as she blinked hard and forced herself to take deep, calming breaths in an attempt to regulate her heartbeat once more. She was instantly aware of the fact that she was no longer trapped in the 3W Institute and surrounded by cybermen - that, she supposed, was a good thing. However, it seemed that she had somehow been transported to a graveyard instead - the exact place that the Doctor had warned her about - with no living thing within view to tell her how she had managed to get there.

Doctor ...? Rose reached out warily as she narrowed her gaze on the tall, gray gravestones that stood in neat, orderly lines all around her.

Rose. The Doctor's mind instantly embraced her with a wave of eager relief as he felt her conscious mind return to him. Are you alright? What happened?

She was about to reach out and ask him the same question, but all of her words died on her lips and her thoughts fell into silence as she heard a rustling from behind her and turned to see an entire army of silver men slowly emerging from the graves all around her.

Doctor! Rose cried out in terror. They're here - the cybermen. They're coming out of the graves ...

Stay away from them, he commanded intently. I'm on my way. Just have to deal with ... Missy first.

Doctor, how is this possible? Rose asked desperately as she watched the cybermen standing around her slowly beginning to reanimate. How can the Master be here?

I don't know, he replied morosely. I never know. They just keep coming back - over and over, no matter what I do. Gallifrey and everything else burned and it never made even the smallest bit of difference ...

Doctor, Rose interrupted him gently. We've faced worse odds than this before, remember? Just ... get here and we'll figure something out. You and me, just like we always do.

You don't know her, Rose, the Doctor murmured, the true spike of terror in his thoughts nearly making her dizzy with fear. She had sensed fear from her bondmate before, but never like this. You don't know what she's capable of. She destroys everything she touches ...

Well she hasn't met me, yet, Rose reminded him determinedly as she straightened her spine and settled her gaze on the cyberman nearest to her, who was watching her with its steady, black gaze.

"Are you the one who brought me here?" she demanded coolly.

"Affirmative," it replied concisely.

"So you know who I am, right?" she continued pointedly.

"You are the Doctor's associate."

Rose threw her head back in a humorless laugh as she shook her head pityingly at the metal creature. "No, I'm not," she replied quietly. "I'm not his associate. I'm his wife."

The cyberman before her twitched as though she had slapped it as she continued haughtily, "Have you got any sort of Cyber-Internet in that tin head of yours? Look up what happens to you if you harm me."

"Where is the Doctor?" the cyberman insisted.

"I'm not telling you that, don't be daft," Rose replied through tightly-clenched teeth. "I would never, ever give up the Doctor. He is the closest person to me in this whole world. He is the man I will always forgive, always trust - the one man I would never, ever lie to."

The cyberman before her was visibly shaking now, and Rose twitched away from it despite herself as she watched it slowly raise its hand to its face and carefully remove the blank, expressionless mask to reveal the mangled, contorted features of Danny Pink beneath.

"Danny ...?" Rose breathed in terrified confusion.

"Danny Pink is dead," he replied matter-of-factly, though Rose could hear the unsure waver in his voice as he stared at her with a hooded, haunted expression. "Help me," he breathed in quiet desperation.

"Danny ..." Rose whispered in disbelief, her head gently shaking from side to side as she slowly looked him over. This simply wasn't possible - cybermen destroyed who a person was. AS soon as they were wired into the suit, their emotions were inhibited and they became thoughtless, soulless robots. So how was she speaking to Danny Pink right now? As he said - "Danny Pink is dead" ...

"Danny, I'm so sorry ..." she murmured. Rose knew that this wasn't the first time that she had spoken these words to the poor young man, and she was beginning to wonder why she had ever attempted to befriend him in the first place. It seemed that all she had ever done was hurt and betray him, and now he was suffering a fate even worse than death, all because of her.

"I need you to do something for me," he went on haltingly. "I can't do it myself."

Rose took a cautious step forward as she watched him reach for the large, circular panel in the center of his chest and removed it to reveal the emotional inhibitor that somehow hadn't yet been switched on. She was already shaking her head once again in terrified denial as he slowly raised his gaze back to her and informed her, "It's an inhibitor. It's not activated. I need you to switch it on."

"Danny, please ..." Rose muttered desperately. "Please, no. Don't ask me to do this ..."

"Please, Clara," Danny begged. "I don't want to feel like this." But the fear and sadness in his eyes was so human - how could he possibly as her to take that away? But what other choice did she have? To suffer in this constant, never-ending state of agony was madness. She couldn't force Danny to go through that just because she didn't want to be the one responsible for killing him.

Rose ...

The Doctor's presence swelling in her head made Rose gasp past the lump in her throat and she felt something in her chest expand as she blinked past her tears and desperately latched onto him.

I can't do it, I can't. Doctor, you have to help ...

It's Missy, the Doctor replied distractedly, too lost in his own current dilemma to do much more than commiserate with Rose's current state of heartache. It's always been Missy, pulling us together, leading us to this ...

Doctor ... Rose sighed gently against his thoughts.

It was always her. She put us together, she brought you to me, she made this happen ...

Then she's even more stupid than she looks, Rose reminded him, pulling hard against his thoughts as she furrowed her brows and focused a determined gaze on the man in the silver suit currently standing in front of her. If it really was her influence, then she doesn't understand anything. She doesn't know how the two of us make each other better - how we work together to overcome the impossible odds, how we always save the day in the end. She must not know the planets we've saved or the people we've rescued or the monsters we've defeated, because if she did - then she never would have put us together in the first place.

Oh, Rose, my Rose, the Doctor sighed in awed wonder as he desperately embraced the hope and fury that she was currently pouring into their mental connection. You are more than she could ever be in all of her regenerations combined.

The third, unwelcome entity on the edge of the Doctor's thoughts gave a twinge of self-righteous reproach at that, but the Doctor didn't pay it any mind as he continued to flood Rose's mind with devoted affection and breathless awe as he gently commanded, Don't do it. Don't turn off Danny's emotions. I'm coming. You're not doing this alone.

Together, Rose agreed with a quick, determined nod. Just like always.

[inuykago]

Home is...

suggested by @shardetector!! 

thank you for waiting patiently for this and being so kind!!! ;-; This was sucha adorable idea i always love silly and fluff things like this. I tweaked it a bit, but hope you and everyone else still enjoy it <3

{headcanon. inukag ft. inu gang. perspective of sango. 2091 words. suggest a hc. ff.net / dA.}

Kagome-chan’s been with us for quite awhile now. She comes and goes for a couple of days at a time, but I wonder if that ever affects her?

I can see her sitting by the water in silence -- picking at the grass, poking at the flowers. It’s been a couple of days since we've had a solid lead on Naraku, so it's only fair we take a short break.

However, when she starts to distance herself like this, I always notice Inuyasha, out in the corner or high above in a tree, just watching over her. It's pretty sweet actually. I wonder if he wonders the same thing?

“Inuyasha-”

“S-S-Sango?!” he stuttered as he frantically leaped down from the tree. “I wasn't-” he quickly avoided eye contact- “doing anything…”

I decided to spare his pride for just this moment, “Do you think Kagome-chan is okay?”

“Keh! ‘Course she is!!” he exclaimed as he turned around and crossed his arms, but then suddenly loosened up. “Why…?” he slowly turned around. “Do you think something’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure,” I answered in a low tone which -- I’m pretty sure -- made Inuyasha worry. “Isn’t that why you always watch over her when she distances herself from the rest of us?”

Inuyasha snarled his teeth as his right brow began to twitch, “W-W-What?! N-N-No!” Even his hand was twitching, “One of us has to -- has to keep an eye out for Naraku!” 

“Oh, Inuyasha…” I sarcastically shook my head, crossing my own arms this time. “Do you really think you can fool me with that?” I let out a brief chuckle.

“S-Sango,” he couldn���t stop stuttering. “It’s nothing -- it’s nothing! What are you trying to imply-”

“Inuyasha!”

He ignored me and moved towards the direction of the voice so quickly that I’ve never seen him react so fast... Well, actually, I’m lying. He always has a fast-reaction when it comes to Kagome, and that’s exactly who began to approach us.

“Kagome?”

“Kagome-chan!”

She smiled yet looked confused, “Oh, Sango-chan! I’m sorry, was I interrupting?”

“No,” Inuyasha and I quickly replied, but he with much more enthusiasm and relief. I stared him down with a you’re-so-lucky-she’s-here-right-now look as he shot me back a haha-sucker-take-that smirk.

Kagome smiled softly, “Ah okay!” She turned to him, “I was just coming to tell you that I’m going to go back home for a couple of days.”

Inuyasha frowned with his eyes but forced a blank expression on his face, “Awright, awright.” He chose to look away, “But you better not be late!!”

“Way to be understanding…,” I muttered under my breath as I rolled my eyes.

Kagome thankfully nodded her head, “Mhm!” She waved in a continuous motion as she ran off towards the well.

“W-Wait! Ka-go-me!” Inuyasha shouted from behind me before running off beside her, both her and myself were shook with surprise. “Hey… Are you… okay?”

I could tell Kagome’s been waiting for someone -- specifically him -- to ask her that very question. She looked so relieved as soon as he spoke; she nearly melted into his hands.

“Mhm!” her face went into a smile that made Inuyasha look like he felt relieved. “I’ll see you guys in three days,” she waved once more before going off again.

I smiled at Inuyasha as he walked back towards me, “Wow, someone’s trying to be more underst-”

“You were right.”

“Eh?” I didn’t understand what he meant. His sigh of relief turned into a shudder of fear.

He stood in place as he began to repeatedly tap his foot, “Something is bothering her.”

“What?” I’m really starting to think his denial is making him insane. “But she looked so relieved…?”

He took several steps in front of me, “No…” His face looked like he was thinking harder than he ever did before, “If she was really ‘okay’ she would have said ‘yes!’ or ‘of course, Inuyasha! Why do you ask?’” He did have a point, “But… no… she replied with her unsure ‘mhm!’ and a forced smile.”

I was surprised, and honestly, very impressed, “Wow, Inuyasha…” I sarcastically gave a little clap, “You’re usually clueless when it comes to Kagome-chan.”

“What are you trying to say…-” his eyebrows began to twitch again- “Whatever! We have to do something about this…,” he turned to face me. “Right?”

“Of course,” I smiled in light of his kindness. “She’s important to us and she needs to-” he grabbed my wrist and dragged me towards the hut- “W-Wait! I-INUYASHA?!”

He barged in with so much force and obvious determination on mind that it immediately brought attention to Miroku and Shippo. His grip around my wrist was tight yet loose, which made Miroku worry and want to charge at him, but I shook my head no because as if Inuyasha was someone that I couldn’t handle.

He gently let go of my wrist and stood in front of us with such pride.

“What are some things that makes Kagome happy??” Inuyasha demanded as he paced in front of me, Miroku, Shippo, and Kirara who sat in obediently in a line. Honestly, no one had much of an idea of what was going on.

“Inuyasha… why are you…?-”

“Kagome is upset!” he yelled at Shippo. “And I-” he cleared his throat- “Uhh… We are concerned about that.”

“Well, Inuyasha…,” Miroku spoke with his smooth voice. “Aren’t you the one who should know the best out of all of us?”

Inuyasha got defensive, “W-What do you mean?!”

“You know what he means,” I snapped back at him. He really needs to stop ignoring his feelings. “You’ve been with Kagome-chan much longer than all of us!” I nodded my head, hoping he’d understand, “You already know the answer to this.”

“Keh!” he crossed his arms with such attitude, sinking down against the wall. It took him almost five seconds to get his head out of his ego, “Maybe… you’re right…” He unraveled his arms, but shot back up, “B-But this doesn’t mean anything!”

Well, his ego came back.

Three Days Later

We’ve had three days to prepare for Inuyasha’s “big idea,” but only so much of that was successful. The problem with our time and Kagome-chan’s time is that her time is much more “advanced” with all these weird things that not even Inuyasha was able to explain to us.

Miroku, Shippo, and I’s first task was to make the place look more like her “home.” Inuyasha suggested we try to “paint” the hut to look more like it, but we didn’t have the supplies for that. He stressed when that plan didn’t work.

Then he suggested that we make the place look more like “school,” which is where I guess Kagome-chan fights all of her tests. He said to try and decorate the hut with weird objects called “desks” and “chalkboard” …? But we didn’t have the supplies for that either. He stressed even more when that plan didn’t work.

Inuyasha’s ears began to flop downwards, and it seemed like he was just about ready to give up. But then, he had this random burst of energy and sprinted off into the forest without even saying a word. He came back several moments later with a giant basket of live fish, fresh liver, and other plants and herbs. He also, somehow, returned with a stack of pages that resembled a book; it probably came from Kaede. So, that’s what we were doing.

“No, no, no!!” Inuyasha shouted. “That’s not how you cook it!” Miroku calmly took a step back as Inuyasha jumped in front of him, “This is how you cook it.” He pointed at the fish, “Slowly turn it.”

Miroku was too shook to even say a word; I giggled as I ruffled through the stack of old pages.

“Sango!!”

I turned around, “Eh?”

“How many books of Kaede’s do we have?” he was so anxious to hear the answer.

I took a quick count, “About four.”

His face lit up with such happiness, “Perfect!!”

Inuyasha continuously hopped from me, to Miroku, then Shippo -- he constantly felt the need to tell Shippo that the liver was not alive, even though the poor boy was convinced it was. Miroku and Shippo worked quickly yet carefully while I was able to take my sweet time; I just had to make sure the books were in decent condition.

Meanwhile, Mr. Headmaster put on an apron and white bandana and cleaned basically every single inch of the inch. He swept the floors, ceilings, and even, the outside with such passion and determination. He was really trying to go above and beyond to cheer up Kagome-chan.    

“Inuyasha! Everyone! I’m…-” she pushed through the entrance- “...back”

“K-K-Kagome!!!” Inuyasha leapt out of shock. “You’re… back… early…” He slowly mumbled trying to mask both his embarrassment and nervousness.

“I’m caught up with all my classes and have no upcoming tests,” she walked past Inuyasha. “So I thought I’d surprise you guys,” she walked to the center of the room. “What is… all this?”

Miroku, Shippo, and Inuyasha were basically frozen, so they weren’t of any of use. I smiled at Kagome-chan as I hid the books behind my back and -- literally -- slapped some sense into Inuyasha. He was too starstruck to even notice I had hit him. Plus, he wouldn’t dare mess with me.

“O-Okay…,” he managed to fumble his way in front of her. “I know you’ve been upset lately. I know there’s been something bothering you.”

“How did you-”

“Because I know you, Kagome,” my heart began to melt for the two. “And I-” he cleared his throat- “Uhh, we tried to think of ways to cheer you up.” He giggled, “You know…make you feel more like home.”

Kagome-chan didn’t even know what to say, and honestly, I couldn’t blame her.

“So! Uhhh, we…,” Inuyasha grabbed a hold of her hand. “Cooked you some homemade food!”

“Fish?”

“Liver?”

Inuyasha bopped Miroku and Shippo in the head, “Don’t tell her what it is….” He lowly growled before smiling nervously back at Kagome-chan.

He tugged her towards me, “Here we have some books! I always see you with these at home when you’re preparing to fight your ‘tests,’ so I-” he cleared his throat again- “uhh, we thought you should prepare with some stuff from our time too.” He smiled, and she was so ready to melt into his hands.

Then Kirara ran up to them, “And here is your very own feudal era version of Buyo!” She tried to mimic her cat’s deep meow, but it didn’t turn out to good. “Well.... maybe not.”

“Inuyasha…”

“I know it’s not exactly your home, but,” he scratched the back of his head. “It has some things! Like your mom’s cooking, your school books, your weird fat cat…,” he looked back at her. “You know…The little things that make you happy.”

“Inuyasha…-” she threw her arms around his neck- “you guys are part of my home.” She shared a look with each of us, “You all make me happy.” She looked back at Inuyasha, “All of you.”  

Several years later  

Ever since the fight with Naraku and the shikon jewel has been dealt with, all of us have been able to live a happy, normal life.

I still can’t believe that Kagome-chan’s been able to return to us, I guess we really, in fact, were always a part of her home. And Inuyasha makes sure of that. He still tries to cook Kagome-chan’s mother’s dishes, fetches new books for her, and has even gone out to search for a cat that resembles her Buyo.

When he really wants to go above and beyond, he blindfolds her and sneaks the two of them off back to her own time. Sometimes they spend weeks, sometimes even days. I never thought I’d see so much love in Inuyasha’s eyes.

“Sango?”

“Eh?” I turned around, holding my child on my back. “I thought you and Kagome-chan were going back to her time for the weekend?”

Inuyasha gave a friendly smile, “Yeah we are.” He played with his fingers, “I never got the chance to thank you…”

I tilted my head slightly, “Thank me?” I stood back onto my feet, “If it’s anything, I should really be thanking you.”

“No,” he laughed. “You helped me stop being indenial-” he took a pause- “about my feelings for Kagome.”

I grinned huge as I took a few steps forward to hug him, “It was nothing, Inuyasha.” I gave a light pat on his shoulder, “You were always her home.”